An orange you peel, the zest on your tongue
the flesh that you suck and then swallow
The envy I feel - would I were that one
Perhaps it will be me tomorrow

If I were a flea I could bite on your skin
And travel your body all over
Wandering free without or within
I could be your carnivorous lover

The seat of my schemes that I long for so much
Is your bicycle seat "Yes!" he cries
To spend all my dreams pressed close to your crutch
And trapped in the heat of your thighs

Sorry

Stu