I was just......I thought

if you were mine and....eat each others

telling each other.....and down at knick..

.....baby oil and yogert

heaping the dovets........off the wardrobe on

god it would be good....please please tell me

little fizz.....marshmallows

The fragrance from your toes

is like the petals from a rose

flying up my nose

Your nips

They are like cherry pips

that I never want to spit out

Were I to lie

betwixt thy fatted thigh,

and practice the techniques I learned on the nose flute,

then, your happyness would be absolute.