A Black Poem From a Horny Admirer

Sweety Speaks longingly of other places There's a lot of confusion in the room And she's definitely out of control This moment has gotten out of control, Sweety, Is too smart for you She asks you to bring your gun to bed, captain And the only gift you can offer is your pain Your pain washes away in the rain It's the pleasure that controls you my dear

In A Stairwell Sweety has unclear memories of a secret encounter

In a stairwell The music becomes softer Not surprisingly, she wants to start over The beach is brilliant She notices thatA man known as Horny Admirer is an exhibitionist When the lights are out He pretends to love someone else in the living room He heals his and her dick And is ready to plunge ahead If, then, I want to go with fear There is nothing going on Because I know the dream has ended No matter what, bits of tissue paper will disturb the animals If you just wish hard enough

It was only a dream