Fuck me with your words my love

Fuck me with your words

I am an imitation of your void

Yesterday I found an unusual spoon on Margate Beach

It appeared to have been based on an Inca warrior

I placed it carefully into my satchel of many colours

Before the owner returned it was as easy as stealing golf balls

Busy but very bleak the beach was busy but very bleak

The word simplicity can be so empty

But at the same time so full

You know I often go into battle

With my sex kitten eyes

And my innocent sword

Within my gentle grasp

But the battle has already been lost

It was lost many years ago

Through the betrayal

Of our fathers

And our fathers fathers and their fathers before them