monkeybeatmeat

i've never used this thing. thought i might as well start with a little poem of longing...

i need to find some kinda love

I need to find some kinda love
And Im not talking about the type
With a glove.
Now dont get me wrong,
Itd be nice to entice
A lovely little dovely
To remove my pants
So that we could do that horizontal dance
On a bed
But Im getting ahead of myself.
Because the love I want
Doesnt need the
Smashing and thrashing and crashing
Of naked flesh.
The love I need is the
Running through the pitch black
Kinda love.
That bind each other up in straitjackets
And do with our minds as we please
Kinda love.
The yank our guts out onto the floor
And spend the night rearranging
Them into moist and pretty shapes
Kinda love.
I need to feed on the seed of
Creation, transformation and
Absolute psychic obliteration.
What I need is to
Dive into dark eyes
Be entangled in dark hair
And ooze dark thoughts
Until Im too lost to remember
The person that I never intended to be.
And if I find some tempting young thing
In a mood for a fling
Desiring me as her daddy love king,
And she doesnt meet
All of the above qualifications,
I will look into her intoxicating eyes
And say, no thank you,
Because really,
When it comes down to it,
As hypnotic is the sway
Oh her fine hips,
As chaotic is the shape
Of her full lips,
As over the top erotic is the presence
Of her entire physical being

Thats not the kinda love I need.