The way you slick your hair to the sideThen ask me to razor the backThe way you pose in your wife-beaterYour breasts bound with an Ace bandagePink glitter scraped off your nailsWhen I met you,It was bows and bows, and ruffles, glitter,Curtains of hair down your back.It was slow, the transformationAnd in a way, I changed tooCamping it up, playing femme a little higherBlonde bouffant, pencil skirt, heels more MILF-yWhen all the buzzwords are shed likeMasturbation or petals on a Reality TV showLeaving the bed clearIt’s you and I and we’re nakedAnd I fold my arms around youAnd you kiss my neck sweetly,And the curtain closes That’s all, folks
