I could be funny, sarcastic, surprising, loving, or hating.
All the choices in the world.
But I was pressed for time, gotta rush my thoughts out of my brain and onto paper.
What do I do well but do fast?
Exactly, I’m gonna write a poem about what I can do decently and damn quickly.
I’ll bang it out real fast.
In and out, so to speak.
You get the idea.
Ok so thinking about it, making love takes longer, there’s all that foreplay.
Plus emotions and like talking and stuff.
You know, what you’re completely interested in undertaking at 9pm on a weekday night.
But when you have kids and you know they’re asleep
And you gotta wake up early tomorrow, sometimes you just gotta fuck.
So let’s see, how do we go about writing a poem about this.
I can skip foreplay, poetic verses and nuance and get to the damn point, right?
No alliteration, no surprises or twists, it’s just boom slap some pen to paper.
A burst forth straight to the denouement a hop skip and a jump past the obvious, ya know.
It’s like rolling up your sleeves and then realizing shit, I should just take off this shirt.
It’s faster and more efficient, gets the job done.
Hmm, I wonder if anyone has ever eaten an In-and-Out Burger while doing the old in-and-out?
I won’t even start to think about Five Guys because that kind of a gangbang…well you get the point.
Mental note for future, consider eating fast food while fast fucking.
And try not to get any mayo anywhere it might be mistaken for.
Come as you are, man that was a great song, never fucked to it.
It’s kinda medium paced so it might not suit this mood
But it is fucking moody enough.
Haha, that sounded funny for some reason. Why do I always act like a 19 year old?
People always telling me they fucked to Closer by Nine Inch Nails but I don’t know…
Wow I just got way off topic, we’re talking about sex now!
Or is it fucking, is it offensive to say fucking when it’s all fast and no passion?
I don’t think so, but I’m a guy and I’m pretty much just mentally high fiving myself that I’m having sex in the first place, so yeah mental note for the future, find out if the f-word is a bad thing. Noted.
The best thing about the quick bang bang is not that you’re making some ridiculous comparison to a shot out of a gun, like a money shot that you are never going to attempt because you would get clobbered and who the fuck wants that aggravation let alone, it’s that it gets the job done and taken care of.
ok, stop, back to topic at hand. (hehe if I keep this shit up, it may have to end up “IN HAND”).
But no the best thing is the way you get undressed and than redressed.
Half the time you wind up with a sock on, and maybe even a shirt.
You might not have wasted time for the bra to be off and then there’s the whole thong repositioning thing.
Then after those excellent two minutes of your life that helped you burn an amazing 20 calories and a load, you throw your clothes back on and have a good 50% chance of having something inside out or backwards.
But then there’s proof positive of your conquest, you know, the next morning when you’re looking in the mirror and saying, well that was fun I guess, realizing that it was half a second of your life.