When I'm sampling from your bosom
Sometimes I suffer from distractions like
Why does God cause things like tornadoes and train wrecks?
 [bad word] 
When I'm swimming in
When I'm swimming in your ocean
Floating aloft on creams
An scented lotions
I can get pretty side-tracked
I hope you'll understand

When I kneel before your bounty
Sometimes I wonder if there could be really
UFO's [bad word] from other planets

And when you let me taste your fingers
I take them like [bad word] and as I linger I
Wonder if my seed will find purchase in your soil ...