tick, tock

tick, tock
tick, tock
tick tock goes the clock
it's so onomatopoetic
that it's giving me a headache

i can feel time clicking her tongue

tsk, tosk
tsk, tosk
her hands on her hips, what i wouldn't give
for her hands on my hips, as i sip from her lips
on the tips of my own

for an infusion of life
for a taste of time's tongue
for a twiterpation
for syncopation
of her clock and mine

to keep time ticking
with her licking
hands sticking
will someone fricking
stop this clock from tricking, my mind
into thinking i am fine here, on my own
alone
tick, tock
tick, tock