VALENTINE FOR A BATTLE AXE

My gun is loaded,
I'm ready to fire.
But as hard as I'm aiming,
You kill my desire!

I keep it all perky,
&; ready for love.
But sleeping with you,
Is like shagging a glove.

Cold on the inside,
Dry on the out.
My strokes never fluent,
Cos the pain makes me shout.

I imagine, you'll hold me,
Just squeeze me to death.
Or at least, till my ear drum's pop!
&; leave me tone deaf.

If I told you I loved you,
I was having you on.
But at the start of it all,
I was, having fun.

So I'm sorry to tell you,
That this is the end.
You'll not be my valentine,
Ever, again!