A Song of the Only Child

Painting in lies
 Changing the colour of your eyes
 Pouting your lips
 Shifting the angle of your hips
 Loving the lies
 Loving the fiction of your thighs
 Creating a need
 Into which I may spill my seed
 As I caress myself with loving care
 I know that you're no longer there
 You've died
 Somewhere inside
 But when you're real
 Nothing can quite replace the feel
 When you're near
 All my amendments disappear
 As I caress myself with loving care
 I know that you're no longer there
 You've died
 Somewhere inside
 I can still go
 To a place only I can go
 Locked behind doors
 I have got mine and you've got yours
 As I caress myself with loving care
 I know that you're no longer there
 You've died
 Somewhere inside
 I have a friend
 Someone on whom I can depend