“Thrust” by Todd-Michael St. Pierre


Don't make me dance with grace and joy
Exhaust my last good nerve
Lead me, need me, work me, jerk me
With a skill I don't deserve

And perhaps I could collapse
into your arms, just shake me
skip the tender sweet surrender
I promise you won't break me

Dance me into dizziness
And rock me as you must
No slow dance / Romance
I want your mammal THRUST