LISA TYRRELL as ‘LYSSI’ and ‘COMPANY’

They want sex,
when they want,
where they like…
Panting sex, oily sex,
hungry sex or raunchy sex,
but always, always, always, always,
always when they want…
But always, always, always, always,
always when they want…

They want war,
when they want,
where they like…
Ranting war, savage war,
feisty war and bloody war,
and always, always, always, always,
always all the time…
And always, always, always, always,
always all the time…

They like to;
take it slow,
take it fast,
in a bed
or on the floor,
on the ceiling,
out-of-doors
in the bath,
or in the pool,
sitting up,
sitting down,
on their backs,
or on their knees,
soixante-neuf,
or ‘twixt our tits…

Betwixt our tits…

Ooooo-wah…

Us?
We smile
and take it as befits…

Ce dont les hommes ont besoin, c’est de sexe.

They like to;

sharpen knives,
sharpen spears,
lunge and slice,
then rip and tear,
hearts from breasts,
lungs from chests,
cut off ears,
and cut out tongues,
hack off arms,
hack off legs,
gouge out eyes,
then sever heads,
bathe in gore,
and eat the rest…

And eat the rest…
Ooooo-wah…

Us?
We grunt
and watch them crunch with zest!

They take us;
in a thong,
in a bra,
in culottes
or in the raw
sideways on,
or upside down…
Any way
they care to name,
whatsoever
turns them on,
it’s for us
to play their game
and give men
our saucy bits.

Our saucy bits…

Ooooo-wah /…