I'm saving the goddamn world.
don't you I had it
ranting and raving
spinning and moaning.
he's singing me a Spanish song,
and his soft Hispanic tongue is
completely mad over my belly;
lapping at my mulatto nectars.
oh, won't you leave me a drop!
oh won't you let it
this song is so hot on our haunches
our thinness is breaking; your hips
collide with mine. our star
it can be done! this has a
chance of staining your bed sheets.
a/n: mad poet rising. too much Doors