Rescue me
By paul_b
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Our love is shark infested waters.
A barren desert with vultures flying overhead.
It's my bedroom, coal black at the dead of night.
With some swamp thing lying next to me in my bed.
It's you with a sharp knife at your disposal
and a sensitive bodypart in your other hand.
It's me sunbathing nude, full frontal,
being pinned down by four giant crabs on the sand.
Our love is like drinking twenty four pints,
and picking a fight with a Neanderthal thug.
It's almost like standing in a bath full of water,
and putting your finger in a socket for a plug.
It's like waving a crimson red handkerchief
at a very irate looking bull.
It's sitting in the park wearing brand new clothes
and overhead the sky's full of regular looking gulls.
Our love was warm comfortable slippers,
now it's thick thermal socks with Dr Martin boots.
It used to be well worn jeans
now it's restricting ties and formal suits.
Just give me back the old and familiar
and make me feel safe and secure.
I just don't want to be on a realtionship's equivalent
of some crazy magical mystery tour.
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