Thirsty Boy

Licking salt sweet eyes on the top of this ridge, twisting fragments of soul songs that you your self spun spindly.

You may not drink hard liquor and suck it of my tongue but you stared at my twisted head craving for someone to chug.

Milky sweet in the itchy heat I lay next to you, sweat drips from the back of my knees, you whisper yes please; I appease.

Craving cock-eyed girls like these fills funnels hard in your brain cooking opus insane,

I'm fine and I'm feign but you still need someone to lay.

Craving this liquid that drips soft off the skin, sipping slowly avoiding profane.

Why did you want this mr. boy over here, why do you crave the water I spare?

Sweet heat produce it, off crazy girl thighs and tits and eyes, how come you swoon for it in the night in the day--to fill circles of empty all dull in your head that want rivers and lakes to pool around instead.

O sweet milky sad song boy this water will kill you, dig valley's instead.