Ant Smith

Love

One of us

I married your ribs you know

I even married your spit

I married all of your

rounded sexy bits

I married your tits you know

I even married your hips

I married all of your

active finger tips

Let's fuck like we are fucking,

A pair of fucking twins

Let's make believe we two are one

Eight legged fucking freak

I married your sweat you know

I even married your pores

I married all of your

zits and weeping sores

I married your shit you know

I even married your juice

I married all of the

vomit you produce

Let's fuck like we are fucking,

A pair of fucking twins

Let's make believe we two are one

Eight legged fucking freak

I married your arse you know

I even married your thighs

I married all of your

sweet ol' apple pie

I married your body you know

And its dirty mind

I married one of

My own dirty kind

Love