Cumming Words

If the words don’t come

He isn’t worth my while

I need someone who’s a muse

To spark and inspire

Words don’t always flow easy

And neither does cumming

So if you can manage both

I might keep you around my time biding

Lovers and friends

Strangers in my bed

But when they leave

I’m still stuck in their head

I could write down your secrets

And store them in a book

I could share with the world

And have you shook

But my power is greater

Than that simple slum

I will keep them and bury them

Six feet under the sun

If that makes you sigh with relief

Think twice at least

For if you know me you know

Death is life complete