let the puppies be puppies
let the puppets be
all the innuendo
a sock-covered hand
can create
roll on roll on
let our ubu nights
always have
the friction
of sexual tension
like pixies
hovering over
a cauldron of
bubbling ecstasy
hey
little tosser of heat
roll on roll on
spin hard and fast
like the mind of a cat
close to the mouse
next to the eventual trap
some day you won't be shy
some day you will be
the pounce in the paws
that knocks over the cauldron
accidentally spilling a vat of rapture
all over the anatomy words
of your neurotic earth*girl style