Let's Have Sex - King Missile

I will slur

And heel

And hem

And haw

I will eat a monkey paw

When you call me up and command me

To come over to your house

For sex and tea biscuits

I shall clandestinely drop my cumberbund

Down the dumbwaiter chute

Lutes will serenade us like liquid lemonade

You will glisten like newborn snow

And I will listen

Like a clairvoyant nipple clamp

It will be sex like nobody has ever had it before

In the history of postmodern lovemaking

It will be sex, even if it isn’t

It will be sex, even if only in theory

Even if it’s only pantomime

Even if it’s just a memory

Or a dream

Or a symphonic approximation

After a summer of autonomous sodomy

And National Geographic specials

About the pretty animals

That use other animals as food by eating them

On television

But we shouldn’t even watch television

We should just have sex

Epoch making

Earth shaking

Teeth chattering

Dish clattering

Fish frying

Eye popping

Never stopping

Bunny hopping

Toe tapping

Joseph Papping sex

Shakespeare in the park kinda sex

D train ride to Coney Island vacation kinda sex

Clandestine in the airplane lavatory kind of sex

Olympic marathon sex

All the different ways that we feel like having sex

We should

Until we grow old and bored and disillusioned

Then let us rekindle our feelings

Forget our despair and our celibate nonsense

And do it like bunnyrats till the cows come home to roost

So call me sometime

And let’s have sex