Love Connection, Pt II

There's blood between my legs

And in the grass outside your house I came

You're salty to the taste

And if I squint just right I can see his face

Back against the grass

Your girlish weight

Does little more

Than leave me sore below the waist

The night refines your face

Your mouth agape

I strain to keep mine straight

There's blood between my legs

And our hands

Our glands

Are both on a rampage

Pressed against my chest

Your tender face

Does little more

Than leave me sore below the waist

This is no easy life

But in trying times I go down without a fight

This is more wrong than right

But it's hard to see the difference in this light

Your tongue between my teeth

Its tepid taste

Does little more

Than leave me sore below the waist