Love Connection, Pt II - Parenthetical Girls

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

With 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 lie

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, it’s tepid taste

Does little more than leave me sore below the waist