Ant Smith

This Life

Something Beautiful

Something beautiful this way comes

What the fuck? Did it miss the bus?

Nothing like that, like that good

Crawls about, with the likes of us

What the, what the, what the fuck?

Something beautiful smiles and looks

Something fill us, fills us up

Is a chance, a chance enough?

For the likes, the likes of us?

What the, what the, what the fuck?

Something beautiful, misunderstood

Lip smacking, thirst quenching

Knee trembling, finger flicking

Oral fix, fixation fixing

Delicate bruising, between us

What the, what the, what the, what the

Fucking fuckers fucking fucked

What the fucking, fucking fuck?

Something beautiful, slips to lust

Kink is almost just too good

Give me something to fill me up

Please don’t be that silent type

I need to hear your moans tonight

Interpret moaning as delight

Delightful sight!

There’s something somewhere

Somewhere something, feels alright

It must be maybe, maybe must be

She walked in beauty like the night

Can you believe we had such luck?

Where’s your hat and coat my dear

Something beautiful turns to dust

Hey you know it has to, it’s a bust

What the fucking fucking fuck?

Was beauty earned, bequeathed or won

Bought or sold or shaped or dumped

Fashioned, branded, filled or sanded

Tortured, bolted, patched or sorted?

What the What the What the What the

What the, what the, what the fuck?

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