Alchemisland

I used be ugly but it’s my swan summer and I’m getting results

Like a sultry hooker taking an envelope from one in blue scrubs

Itching wouldn’t stop, gets some ointment to rub in; it’ll ease off

Ask the server for forty Marlboro golds, two folded scores, cheers bro

Through the window the garage forecourt, I see a toff throwing shapes

If I wasn’t so far away I would throw him shade

But you can’t throw that like it’s a grenade, that’s close range like mace

Whatever, she’s ending up in my bed frenzied, take your shot, mate

Like someone else bought the round and you didn’t have to pay

Boss slides the smoke box across the counter, I reach out and pocket ’em

I rock up again, eyes bloodshot saying what’s up, are ye ready to rock?

He’s speaking to her about rugby results when she wants riding roughshod

I’ve done my sums, I’ve used my thumb to pluck a lot of plumbs

Consider myself someone with aplomb when it comes to bombs

Going off in the pussy, they always cum even if they’re fussy

Do what it takes to get you gushing, failure of a husband

I move colder than a Russian through streets harried by rushing snow

I move evil like one twirling a waxed moustache, laughing at evil plans

Globe at hand full of cracks from where my hand grasped it hard

To impart how seriously I take my charge, I take her ass and spread it apart

It comes, giving easily, like a soft orange, once in range I engage my hands

Swollen glands, token glance between kisses, masters and mistresses

Dips divots marks left on hips where the strings of flimsy knickers lingered

She loves getting fingered, fingering madly like Chopin

Bed impression I consider it lingering, I went so deep I lost a pinky ring

Then out it swims, an oyster vomiting up pearls after an evening of Pimms

Indigence on manicured lawns, it’s anal and gin, this morning’s prawns

She likes my brawn but I’m all brain

Shuffle makes inappropriate songs play, oh come on

It’s drawn out in the best way possible

She’s like a drawing of the best bird possible

Impossible body, golden hai

She tosses back as she slides down on my noddy

She’s hotter than a hot toddy entering your body

When you’re bunged up snotty

Just what I need, just the ticket

What the doctor ordered, excellent wickets

Loud as hell’s torture chambers, I don’t hear crickets

Just creaking springs, wicked things seedy leering

She whispers into the hole above my earrings.