I like to sit expecting love
When you're touching mons pubis
There's a shudder in my airy mind
Can't but articulate what it is
My vulva is teeming with germs
And armies of mutant worms
Waiting for those on your phallus
To negotiate on equal terms
Man to woman, worm to worm
In the mood of a headless dove
Warts and all, fluids and scenery
The scent of weed and love
In the thrust of hips
In the tears of joy
The past time of loneliness cannot
Be measured only in troy
Oh let our souls unite
Whatever says the bard
Please tender your payment first
I take both cash and card
