I don’t mesh with this flesh
What a mess when I set
My eyes on those thighs
Give me wings think I can fly
And those breast cause unrest
Thumping in my chest
Third eye woke
Cook it fast or slow
Bring no more than hope
Of fulfillment when I’m in it or its in me am I sinning
Or are we seeing love birds singing
Dichotomy got in me
At a very young age
Good or bad, right or wrong
All sounds like the very same song
Maybe it’s all for the birds