a one night stand with the night
it's him or me, baby
his cacophonous life
merging with my body
he'll give it up
he'll get it good then get gone
back against the wall
another notch on my belt
one night stand with the night
pistol in his starter
with his libertine life
I'm going make him harder
if he's got the goods
then I'm going to get him good
witching hour getting lewd
with all of the young dudes
if I get with you I'll get you off
if I get with you I'll get you off
if I get with you I'll get you good.
swapping spit with the night
like a first grade spelling bee
red crayon, paper is white
I'm the easiest thing you'll ever see
a one night stand
is wasting too much time
I've got to find my man
a man in my prime
if I get with you I'll get you off
if I get with you I'll get you off
if I get with you I'll get you good
bathing in the red light
dripping wet from sweating sin
checking out the guys
squirting novels on my skin
no I don't 'hold hands'
I don't want to meet mom and dad
I'm just a big fan
of wicked tongues tasting everything
if I get with you I'll get you off
if I get with you I'll get you good
good good good
This is what happens when I listen to the yeah yeah yeahs during class. God bless inner ear headphones. Obviously it's a rough draft. It started off as a gay rewrite of this poem by Frost, because we were discussing it in class, but then it got dirty because I got to daydreaming. There really should be a class on turning homework into porn. Maybe then I'd pay attention in class.
(Also. I started working on a masthead as per his recommendation. A rough draft is up now. I don't think I like it--depending on the size of the browser window, it can leave awkward spacing. If anyone knows the HTML for the picture to automatically resize itself, or some other HTML trick to make things pretty, drop me a line. Merci.)
