Beloved, Touch me one more time. Tell me you love me Despite the fact that I am getting ugly. I do not need your pity Just another kiss perhaps Or the pleasure of offering you The leftovers of the feast that was me With no fears of contamination. Death is too overrated. Youth calls for another chance Not to grow old and be weak. The party of life is still on And I want to be the deejay And to give you a BJ Against the wall, Upon the cold linoleum I will let you sip The fruit of my mouth As I suckle your lithe tongue While you leave your watermarks All over me.
Maybe I deserve this Because I was too much of a whore To possess my own heart. Maybe, perhaps, by any chance You might now forget Or might want to forgetThe secret I told you And you will make love to me