freaks like me

nobody knows what honey does
when i talk of birds
(and bees)
as i sit here in the shady part
you're dropping needles
(on my knees)
and so i giggle at the pain
of pin pokes pierced under my skin
and let you in where only i have gone
to cultivate this sin
you close the door behind you
while i turn on every light
maybe i might become a sandwich
because i love it when you bite.
so crawl across to your side
be the voice inside my head
while i blow smoke rings and such other things
from all these things we've said.