BITTER IS THE NIGHT
Let’s squeeze
Beneath the window
Primal shortages
Let’s preach a bit about god
Take liberty
And cry wildly
Let’s dash around about things
That our sins cannot afford
Hard and soft
After the Kafkarian lift ride
On a bed so huge
(There are other people in the room)
She kind of don’t wanna go
She lay down on me
And as her clothes slide off of her
Let’s slip under the sheets
Let me suck on her earlobe in circles
And she sighs as I move down to her collarbone
That I lick, and her small firm breasts
How she turns me on and then waits
Before scooping it with her fingers and licking it
I want to go down
I lift her up so as to go down on her
It was a time when industrious people got up
To walk through the dawn to their jobs
And those who thought they were writing about them wrote about them
Before falling asleep in their warm inherited beds
GRENKA JE NOČ
Pomečkajva se
Pod oknom
Primalna pomanjkanja
Popridigajva o bogu
Jemljiva si svobodo
In jočiva divje
Poganjajva se o stvareh
Ki nimajo za najine grehe
Trde in mehke
Po kafkarjanski vožnji z dvigali
Na postelji ogromni
(Drugi ljudje so v sobi)
Nekak hoče it
Ampak se zlekne name
In ko njena oblačila drsijo z nje
Naj greva pod odejo
Naj ji krožno cuzam uho
In vzdiha, ko se spustim do njene ključnice
Ki jo ližem in njene majhne trde prsi
Kako me vzburi in potem čaka
Da ga zajame s prsti in liže
Hočem dol
Dvignem jo, da bi jo lizal
Bil je to čas, ko so pridni ljudje vstajali
Da bi zakorakali skozi mrak v službe
In so tisti, ki so si umišljali, da pišejo o njih, pisali o njih
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