Particle Beam

She's a fucking savage,
A tipsy-turvy top girl of no manners, no dignity, no shame,
And she knows exactly what she wants in that wolf brain of hers.
She hunts, prowls, seeks and destroys,
A sexual savant of no limits, boundaries, an addict.
Transforming me into a junkie, a weak fuck,
For she's neon on a needle point,
And she's my morphine drip,
Who has chosen me as her fix, her sex girl pimp,
And I'm not complaining.
For look at her,
A bitch, a nude queen, it, an alien
Layin’ on my cotton sheets, just so candy sweet.
Where do my hands begin?
Not at the triangulated Vee where Armageddon and Paradise wait,
Maybe at her feet,
Then the long journey along those impossible legs,
Past her thighs.
Two girls; two whacked out head cases.
And then what? Now what?
Not yet, not now, not there.
First her spine, a road map through a maze of bending beauty,
To that face and those pouting lips,
A particle beam drawing me in, infusing me with life,
Breaking me apart, piece by piece, cell by cell,
And my fingers feel like solar magnets on her skin.
What the fuck darlin'?
Why wait, why dream?
Let’s get on with it,
Plunging into madness,
We might as well begin.