Love Connection, Part II

There's blood between my legs
And in the grass outside your house I came
You're salty to the taste
And if I squint just right I can see his face

Back against the grass
Your girlish weight
Does little more
Than leave me sore below the waist

The night refines your face
Your mouth agape
I strain to keep mine straight
There's blood between my legs
And our hands
Our glands
Are both on a rampage

Pressed against my chest
Your tender face
Does little more
Than leave me sore below the waist

This is no easy life
But in trying times I go down without a fight
This is more wrong than right
But it's hard to see the difference in this light

Your tongue between my teeth
Its tepid taste
Does little more
Than leave me sore below the waist