The Penultimate Clinch

Bury me
Like a dangerous waste
I'll lay dormant
For a thousand years
But it's like dismanteling
A decommissioned spacecraft
Some parts you can't destroy

She fidgets too much
I've got a bee in my bonnet

Stay aspirant
To avoid accident
On my return
I will smother you
In everything that I've learned
Until you turn blue

She fidgets too much
I've got a bee in my bonnet

Soon enough our lips will linger
And you start to pull away
But before this chance is torn asunder
Your hips begins to sway


The Penultimate Clinch
Latest the longest
The Penultimate Clinch
It was the warmest
A deliberate pinch
Sounded the warning
A prudish flinch
I found it appalling