Not for the faint of heart (contains yee olde Anglo-Saxon language)

When the dust settles

It might be nice to stir things up,

'though it's hard to wait

as one feels the need to fuck.

To taste all that comes with it

and really test ones luck

call it love or lust

how I long to fill thee up.

Have thee wrap thyself around me

Judders down the spine

lost in a sea of everything

no concept of toll or time.

That old familiar place

where dreams they spring 'till never

to have that pussy on my face

and taste it's joy forever

Forever in my mind

that taste of honey oh so sweet

put me on my back my love

and make my day complete.