Sexorcism

He calls she a lover but keeps his drawer stocked with condom wraps

she screams his name often but her voice often cracks

he says she's the answer to a puzzle piece he's missing

she believes they're two of one him but self-portraits aren't that interesting

she lets him hit from the back cause sex is formed from porno acts

loud enough to break an egg inside her body clock has changed

she rummages through letter page of better days nostalgia straining legs to make a V

like free love was ever about peace

most these intellectual hypersexuals make me queasy

fucking for deep reasons don't kid me kids, you're mind is easy

and i tried to buck fast

sweat self-respect out both hands

lifted skirt and ski down melting regions gripping sweaty fat

wetness darkens clothing casting shadows on your self control

autopilot zombie dance hypnotic music guiding goals

mono silence idle hands take hold of head and drain your soul

hands around her back

you're living in a jail

hands upon her ass-cheeks

drinking holy grail

one-track ram rod

lightning quick slip,

read her clit like brail, the words were dirty useless

male love placing bets for pussy flip, head or tail

living in the loopholes spinning figure 8's ego frail

spread legs spread disease

spread it on like mint condom condiments

odds are actions governed by ale rations hence the stagnant passion

trails of semen fail to stick to one night stand-in's

you didn't write the tune only played another's jammin'

calling out you players stuck in video game descriptions

l cracked her codes plugged components in and ran deception scripts

"Who's at my door?"

they rang me twice rung out my skin of lube and slime

screamed a fuck me harder like a martyr masochistic

pass the passed out drunk fuck victim leaking a pale jism

he doesn't care about his adrenaline addiction

just suck it like you haven't drank in months, the drunk's the mission

loud enough to shatter another silly egg

he'll box you in the box, just a boxer puppy humping legs

my thoughts been thumpin' ultra bass

suppressed like bottled teenage angst

quest to wreck the modern age of shallow sexual interplay

he calls she a lover but keeps his head filled with phony shit

she sings his name like record crisp but her voice often skips

the percussion of them thrustin' sounds like a lonely soul clapping

music for blue kids, the only song is satisfaction

the penis hypodermic needle prepped for conception

no wonder they get veins pumpin' thick before injection

you're an addict and at again

you're an addict and you're at it again

you're a sex addict and you're at it again

you're an addict and all you needed

were real friends