Lets have sex on a dirty garage floor

Lets have sex on a dirty garage floor
Next to the oil dump
We'll walk home with our shirts on inside out
Blotches on our pants
Leaves in our hair
And a really lousey story
About where we've been
And we'll think dirty thoughts
Each time we pass in the hall
And wish that the oil stain
Would finally wash off
And then there will be a spring morning
With willows bending in the breeze
And care free birds
Gathering sticks and leaves
To make a nest
For raising the little chickies
And you will tell me you finally
Got your period
While we sit in the grass
As papers blow by
And squirrels pick
At discarded popsicle sticks

 

ha, nice. anticipating babies is freakin scary,
period. then epic relief... all the world is good.

 

Yes it is
Somtimes sucks the fun out of free love

thanks

 

i like the leaves in the hair part, i like that to happen to me when i make love in my garage, which i do all the time by the way


PEACE and LOVE

 

Indeed, I hardly go in the house anymore.


That turned out to be a really bad pun but I
typed already it so what the hell, I say.

 

That was absolutely BRILLIANT. That is definately going on my wall.

Blessings

Sebbi