Juice stretching my skin
Honoring the hour glasses
Glamorous clings to many things
Beettles sting and leave a taste sour
And cheap.
Hinting in the rising dusk
So I wanted to be shut down
I wanted to taste in my
Touch and to be strangled
In the sea.
Beetles have been set to freeze
And their everlasting tease oh
So racy oh so teamed up with
Me at speed.