Dog with a Bone
When you hear my words Does your breathing change? Does a smile or a smirk Make you rearrange your position? Do you hang on every word you listen to? Am I somewhat intriguing to you? Do my lips remind you of something different, Maybe about yourself Or some part that you own? Does my tone send a smooth shiver Down your spine? Does your mind wonder And does your chest fill with heat? Do you sit at the edge of your seat? Do any of the muscles in your thighs twitch? Does it itch in places that are somewhat hard to scratch? If you feel any of the above Then that means that you Are missing my love
See, I'm one hell of a bone Not even worthy of being called a bitch Bitches are the ones you marry And have a bunch of babies with Me? I'm the one you bury after you're done But you never forget where, though You see, dogs are creatures of habit And when a bone tastes this good You just can't help but to go fetch it Again, and again, and again Licking it dry, leaving it meatless And with your smell, and drool, and desire Smeared all over it See, I'm the kind of bone that you bury deep But funnily enough, You never forget where, though
- To my favourite Dog














