No longer the piece I want to own.
No longer the piece to call my own.
I know longer want to own your piece
For I don’t need it for Release.
The Only Piece which begs Release
Is the very piece which resides on thee.
Don’t need your piece for peace of mind
For the pleasure’s NEVER mine!
Your piece I no longer long to
Find, opine about in my mind, and long to
Lay with in varied compromising positions
Of varied shades of prone, to-the-bone, and most sublime.
Why? Because you’re not a Wolverine (at least you’re not to me)
And you don’t even qualify
For deserving me
In prostrate or “supine!”