Ant Smith

Love

Express Yourself

My body is a canvass

And you can write on it

A sonnet on my fingers

And a haiku on my dick

My eyes they are a camera

That you can operate

Postcards in my retinas

And pornos on the brain

My body it is marble

You can sculpt with it

Chisel out a roman nose

And a disturbing pair of tits

My essence is an ether

You can breathe it in

I'm nothing till you form me

From your sense of sin

Love