In the scrotum of your dreams.    You turn your first trick for free.    Cocktails, catnip and cocaine.    Go jumping in the hot rain.    If you fake a squeal, when you cop a feel.    It rots your gut, but that's not enough for you.    I'm just the red mornin' sun.    I spit on the cock of passion.    My heart beating in your head.    An angel (?).    Sweet honeycomb and lockjaw.    Sting like a bee and say: Aaarrgg.    (?) your lies.    (?)