Casual Sex

Casual Sex

Casual Sex
Leaves me feeling sore
And sometimes slightly vexed

I'm just a type
The long-haired type
The long-legged type
With sometimes blond hair and average blue eyes
There are thousands like me
Two tits and a cunt
Round hips
We groan and grunt
If you press the right button

Juicy meat, tender mutton
A tasty treat for every glutton
A piece of art playing a part
Because she feels like being a tart
And then forgotten

The passionate
Words
You utter
Pulled
Straight up
Out
The gutter
Are

Irrelevant verbal clutter

So half way through
I realise
I don't fancy you

But all I can do is mutter something about being tired

You're so wired
You entreat, implore, beg me for more
So the real reason I'm doing this for
Is 'cos I think if you come
You might go

You're like a machine on sexual overdrive
As if sex were the food that kept you alive
But the pace that you keep is so desperate, so fast
That no real passion has a chance to last

This world is too small
There's not enough for us all
Of food, or of water, or of love
But there's plenty of lust
And as needs must
There are times when
Push comes to shove

You're just a type
The long-haired type
The bearded type
A young lad ripe for the taking
But let there be no mistaking
This is not love we're making

And as you still sleep on
I wish you were gone
I find you boring while you lie snoring

Though you're quite a nice guy
In the day
Fully dressed
You leave me as usual
After casual
Sex
Feeling sore
And ever so slightly
Vexed

Juno