Your arms are for missing

Words are for fumbling

My resolve she is stumbling

Sex is a myth

Keeps me chewing at the bit

Orgasm is the aim

For you, is it the same?

You do not pray

So why’s faith in the way

Come come now

Let it drop

Don’t tell me to stop

You hear that

Tick Tock ?

The clock

That is your youth slipping away

So let it go

I will take it slow

And you know it is so

Women are for bedding

Men are for beheading

Cliffs are for leaping

Vows are for keeping

Your lips are for kissing

Words are for fumbling

My resolve she is stumbling