something i wrote a little while ago that i thought of after reading this
Just between us
There's something inherently wrong in all this
Fucking and sucking
And licking and liking and kneeling and scabs on your knees and rug burns;
and everybody going around wanting, waiting, wishing, hoping and reaching, receiving and deceiving.
And all them not getting going around preaching
and the preachers living through the sinners, God bless you my child,
is she a true blonde then?
There's something comically wrong with everybody going around,
pretending they aren't looking up her skirt when,
She wears it just so that they will.
There's something cosmically wrong with this whole mess of bodies
and self esteem and pretending and hormones and life,
but you know,
it wouldn't be so bad between us.