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Young Hussies
Slim Twig
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Breathing, counting
He came pounding
Thrashing, ringing
Shook the ceiling
Humming on the brass door
First floor
Swilling, tilting on a fruit jar
In my bathrobe
Strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom
Laughing
Gather plaything
Lets uncoil him
Cut him up
And leave him swollen
And they call me young hussy
So call her young hussy
Cringing, crying
On the doormate peeping, speaking
Through the mail slot
Dodging forks
From out the window
Listening humbly
For little tip-toes
Slipping, hiding
Climbing higher
Out the awning
Barely dawn when
She came close
Kissed me gently
He watched boldly
Without hurry
They call me young hussy
So they call her young hussy
And that makes us two
And it makes us so lucky
Breathing, counting
He came pounding
Thrashing, ringing
Shook the ceiling
Humming on the brass door
First floor
Swilling, tilting on a fruit jar
in my bathrobe
Strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom
Laughing
Gather plaything
Lets uncoil him
Cut him up
And leave him swollen
Cringing, crying
On the doormate peeping, speaking
Through the mail slot
Dodging forks
From out the window
Listening humbly
For little tip-toes
Slipping, hiding
Climbing higher
Out the awning
Barely dawn when
She came close
Kissed me gently
He watched boldly
Without hurry
Breathing, counting
He came pounding
Thrashing, ringing
Shook the ceiling
Humming on the brass door
First floor
Swilling, tilting on a fruit jar
In my bathrobe
Strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom
Laughing
Gather plaything
Lets uncoil him
Cut him up
And leave him swollen
Cringing, crying
On the doormate peeping, speaking
Through the mail slot
Dodging forks
From out the window
Listening humbly
For little tip-toes
Slipping, hiding
Climbing higher
Out the awning
Barely dawn when
She came close
Kissed me gently
He watched boldly
Without hurry
Breathing, counting
He came pounding
Thrashing, ringing
Shook the ceiling
Humming on the brass door
First floor
Swilling, tilting on a fruit jar
In my bathrobe
Strobing, flashing undone out the bathroom
Laughing
Gather plaything
Lets uncoil him
Cut him up
And leave him swollen