Movie Theatre Basement

I get off thinking about the terrible things The thirty-three year old dead beat Might do to me In the movie theatre’s basement. I think about the best ways That I could cheat on my girlfriend. My girlfriend would cry. Sob really. Moan and groan and tear me limb from soft limb. And I’d have a smile on my face in a post-****** bliss. In my fantasies, men can get me off. Men would want me to be happy. That’s what it’s like in my fantasies. Where men are kind And they love me And they see me as valuable In whatever way they choose. That I am not a child to bear But a person to know So I’ll dream about the Movie theatre basement. Even when there are warm hands and a warmer heart waiting for me at home. Because in my mind’s eye I am not afraid