now, what’s love but a wonderful mess?
you yelling “yes, yes, yes!”
king and queen, sex like chess
sex like contests of transgressions
never-ending sessions of concessions
with breaks for food
strawberries, champagne, and cashews
you came, i came too, on you
two too many to’s turn into threes after review
but plans with your boo fell through
now we’re cuckoo in the strip club on a wednesday
me yelling “ay bay bay, ay bay bay, let’s jay!”
you already midway through your match play
already sweet and slaying like tooth decay
and the DJ sways, plays reggae for our getaway
now it’s sweat like petty cash, hair like whiplash
your breaths catch while your nails scratch
threesomes like a world wrestling match
flasks to eye masks tell of the time passed
shit! i gotta go
yes now, i was late an hour ago
i dunno, lay low or use a dildo
or hop on this metro with your afterglows