This is as close as I can bear
Eyes down
Everything's in place
You're skinny
Way too skinny
All arms and legs and what's there
For me to sink my teeth into
And wrap my tongue around
To get my hands on?

Everything's in place
Does it run smoothly?
It should run like clockwork
So I'm prepared, should I be seized
By the urge to reproduce
Before I'm thirty

And how long before I'm dead
Below the waist?
And I can finally come clean
Lie back and not feel?
And not feel guilty