I want to die between your legs
die inside you
subside, slide from climax to heaven,
seems like a fitting way to go
when you’re ninety five
and I’m a hundred and seven.
I’ll be older and wiser by then.
In your beginning will be my end
yet so’s you dont feel unfulfilled
and I’m at peace and pleasurably killed
and you cant accuse me of selfishness
or of being rough or making a mess
I’ll wait until you’ve come
go gently, building up slow
then have my coronary
in your afterglow.