This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to
 

Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden,
Anyone should bear.
Constant over-stimu-lation numbs me,
But I would not want you any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe to feel to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change,
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be,
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance,
Pain and comfort,
Deep within you,
Till you will not want me, any other way.

It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about,
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me,
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging til,l
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh

Was fisting ever so poetic?

:1orglaugh

Only when Maynard James Keenan gets ahold of it.

impressive erotic poetry, shoehorn.