marshmallow cream sauce

"Real life" goes up in smoke, wrapped in your arms,
indulging in every sweet, sweeping caress
of your fingertips
across my skin.
And all the while, your hair runs rampant
and wild as I can't help but smile
in your direction, because darling,
you've sure caught my attention.
They say the eyes are the windows to your soul,
but I call bullshit on that.
Your beauty shows in all that you do.
Every word spoken, every move-
such a solid, fluid motion
creating a work of art with every step.
Painting the air in every color and hue,
the world is your canvas.
I'm just here to pass the information along to you.
I see you.
Yes you over there,
Mr. "I don't care"
fuck bitches
get money.
The dimples in your cheeks and the creases of
your smile tell a different kind of story.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Fuck the free world