Going Through The Motions of Going Through the Motion

Staring at the ceiling, giving names to the

cracks, “I think I’ll call you Jimmy and you Sam maybe you Jack”

Saying all the necessary words

To get you going

“Oh Baby you’re so good, yea right there, that’s the

way I like it”

My mind going blank as you pump harder

A song starts to play in my head replacing

The vacant space in my mind

I’m humming along, you think I moan

Faster and faster you go

Will this ever end I’m wanting

to know,

“Say my name” you shout

Damn if I know what name you want

me to holler out, ” Daddy, Big Daddy, Mac Daddy, what?”

I just wish you’d hurry up and finish 'cause

My head is spinning

and you cologne is no longer

turning me on

So I play along moan and whimper

with false pleasure

I think I know what I must do

To get you off me

“Baby, I think I hear your car alarm going off”

Yep that did it he was off of me faster

Than Jesse Owens

Going through the motions

*Bet you thought I was going to fake it*