Tease

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All you ever seem to want -- constant sex from me,

Cheap, plastic amusement,

Doesn’t really matter that I have opinions,

Important things to say,

As long as I titillate, who really cares, anyway?

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My suffering is such a bore you fall asleep

In front of the TV,

Should I strip stark naked, though, crudely pirouette,

Can’t contain your pleasure,

That only lasts as long as your last orgasm’s measure.

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Keep your peace, I’ll rhyme and dance, hide my inner song,

Save it for some cold night,

When all you expect is the same old bump and grind…

Wrap you in whispered chords,

Ignore your desperate struggle; gently kill you with my words.