I know you like handcuffs and whips and plugs
You’re really aroused by the kinky
For you toys are mystical, newfound drugs
I know them like I know my pinky

I know you like doing it in the grass
And try every goddamn position
I’ve done all of that years ago, en masse
These days I prefer intuition

I tried many places when I was young
When I wasn’t yet so sure-footed
But now I rely on my bed and tongue
And focus on what I am good at