Little june bug,colored greens to red.
so soft – I touched you and you squished.
sweet sensuality, your pussy fed;
on my lust the more you moaned, the harder i pushed.
Fresh strawberries, red and ripe,
as the blood of your first drunken rape.
Give the cat the pipe,
hand feed me some grapes.
Grind me like you used to,
like you do in my dreams
fuck me like theres nothing else to do;
fuck me till we sow up our broken seams.