hold and enfold a hopeless like dope
and rope nope
to the lovelingered night

bite at the plight
of throbbing delight
and wonder if you're ready to fight

because boys toy
do cloy and destroy
at your soul with testosterone might

the fright of your life
and the life of all fright
delivered with will and last right

the pleasure and treasure
you search through the ether
begging silent to hold and taste

won't stay and fulfil
but will sway and spill
through your fingers at record pace haste

the moment you smother
the lover with cover
of your social mask fabricate paste

run run they will
it's a pity still
such a love such a love
goes to waste.