Bizzy Botty

not an ounce of inspiration left to believe only a few stitches of clothing separating you and me my descending fingers down your back no use in turning back at this point bizzy botty, i forgot where i left you not enough breadth of motivation to carry me on but your breath, your eyes, your intoxication takes me along and here we are again, all over again the same place we were last year, what's felt like a lifetime bizzy botty, you forgot where you put me the mood is relaxing, but not relaxing enough i can't move too slow, i can't move too fast you mutter a few words i don't hear, and hopefully never will you reach around beside me, you go in for the kill bizzy botty, you couldn't begin to regret it my heart is marred, my love for you, dead but things can continue to move on, even with things unsaid what's the point of keeping up morals and values and truths under whose jurisdiction are we ground to the tooth? bizzy botty, what's it feel like to be used like you once used me?