Endings

Endings

1
In this love of ours
You're like a hen sitting upon an egg;
But it will never hatch,
And I've an itch to scratch,
So your leave I must beg.

2
You are too much
Your own woman
To be the one for me;
So I'm leaving now,
And God Bless you
And all who sail with thee.

3
I have been an assistant
In your orgasm
Phantasm
Since long, long ago;

You've led me here
And led me there,
And instructed me blow by blow.

But now I'm leaving,
It's really time to go.
The world's my stage
And I'm starring in a show.