The two objects connected
always disconnect,
always expect the big erect
to pleasure what's seen in between,
till the feelings end up in the scene
then theres nowhere to be sawed
nothing to see, nothing besides a ruined pureness and forgotten identity
They did the act of pleasure yet only half were pleased,
the others heart was stabbed with such ease
One day the other half will get what it deserves
from an evil young thing with so many curves
So many twists that define her soul,
Nothing but a heart made of spite and coal
She knows what he has done he doesn't know what to expect,
Besides that big thing of his in erect
But that one young thing used to get around,
And one day that erect of his will fall off into the ground.