My Friend Morrissey

Savor all the sexuality
The skin on skin that helps me breathe
And hands catching up with me
I used to be alluring
Waste away then I...
Know the muscle makes me miss her
Thought about it on the ride home
And when I got home
Waste away again
Muscle memory, I miss you
Kill me now if I can’t stay around
I’m too young to be planted now
And home - I like to be alone
Waiting, holding
Deeply open
Skin on my skin
Show me slowly

I embrace her fauna with a free mind
We touch because there’s nothing else to do
Totally defined within a moment
Lying away pressing on you
Waste away again
You know her hands make my whole life hard and free