Teddy Bears Don'T Kiss
It wasn`t I who asked if you`d be my teddy.
It wasn`t you who wondered how soft my skin was.
Will it wait until tomorrow, you ask,
but what about my will; it certainly cannot wait.
Control,
own it; don`t let it slip away,
only if you feel you must, and you have no other choice,
as though your lips would just slide right off your face.
It`s been a while,
since teddy`s loose threads were re-sewn,
let them go much longer, and they`ll start to fray.
Soft, curious teddy is sitting right next to you.
Around the shoulder it goes,
an unfamiliar arm, yet still soft like teddy.
Teddy`s lips don`t move like this though.
``mmmm``.
Tongue, tease me please,
tangled in your juicy splendour,
taunt me, as you will,
because tonight, I`m all starry eyed.
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