It’s so romantic! Sight’s an overrated sense
I love to feel my way around, explore
The soft and hard you have in store
*
Let’s close the curtains, drapes and blinds, my mind
Works overtime to fill the voids, avoids
The stereotypes. It fires imagination
Heightens touch and smell and taste sensations
*
Let’s make love beneath the quilt, it’s
Been an age since I’ve been so turned on
And visuals would only compromise…
Detract from what our minds can visualise
*
Let’s close our eyes, pretend it’s all a game
If breathing is a problem for you, babe… It’s
So exciting, don’t you think, to second
Guess where you might squirt your fecund mess?
*
Let’s use the mirrors? No, if it’s okay
Let’s stay here in the dark. It’s been a while –
Don’t smile, it has! I’m nervous, scared… A drink?
I’m not as self-assured as you might think.
*
Let’s take it slow, I wish you’d seen me in
The day – I turned some heads! You’re so sweet, thanks, but
Kids and stretch marks, cellulite, Caesarian
Scars and fat. Yes, fat! I am! I am!
*
Let’s say goodnight before we go too far
You’re great, and though it’s been a lovely date
I don’t think we should meet again. You see –
To tell the truth – there was no spark for me
*
Let’s call him now and call the whole thing off
This Lycra corset’s fucking cutting me in half
My make-up’s tarty and I’m full of gas
I’m okay on my own, I’ll phone and pass
*
Let’s chill, get out of these things, pour myself
A glass and slob before the TV and accept
The fact he would not want me if it came
To that. Because I’m fat, I’m fat, I’m fat
