70 - Shopping

I think of you whenever I go shopping

We bump into each other up the aisles

Amongst the breakfast cereals in piles

Of Special K, and tubes of magic topping.

And how I wish instead I could be dropping

Into my basket one of your sweet smiles,

A twist or two of the electric dials,

Some nipple tweaks, and half an hour of cropping.

You sell yourself to me, in little pieces,

So accurately weighed, and finely wrapped:

And every time I buy my need increases

(Like a burning well that won’t be capped)

You are the only place I know where peace is:

Could I be more absolutely trapped?

YOu sell yourself to me in little pieces

Carefully weighed out and wrapped

And every time I buy, my need increases

Like a burning well that won’t be capped:

You are the only place I know where peace is:

How dangerously now you’ve got me trap

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