Curious Pants Down

Got to lick the tang of squeezed up dignity?
Is it like the orange pulp or mashed up strawberries?
Have you had them high on toxic insanity?
Like the mouthwatering lush cherries?
My pants are getting high on unsettling curiosity
But we need to stay strong
To get along
Till we get to fondle it

(Hush-Hush, Don’t Rush)
(Don’t Talk, Don’t Stop)
My curious pants are down

Did you get to brag about your switched off sanity?
Is it like the lap dance in your van vanity?
Had you had to rush aloud like biological propensity?
Have you really thought about orgasmic immensity?
My pants are getting high on unsettling curiosity
But we need to stay strong
To get along
Till we get to fondle it

(Hush-Hush, Don’t Rush)
(Don’t Talk, Don’t Stop)
My curious pants are down
(Hush-Hush, Don’t Rush)
(Don’t Talk, Don’t Stop)
My curious pants are down x 3

Curious Pants Down | Photo Credit: yourswallpaper.com
Curious Pants Down | Photo Credit: yourswallpaper.com

5 Comments Add yours

  1. shaysky says:

    Love the word play and rhyming and great rhythm too.

  2. shaysky says:

    Reblogged this on Words in rhythm and commented:
    My ‘curious pants’ are down on a regular basis – a great way to explain curiosity and inquisitiveness- good poem by ‘PIECES’, give it a read.

  3. Chatty Owl says:

    Reading this first thing in the morning wasnt wise… Now im drenched in desire… Fuck.

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