Galatic puddle,piddle paddle pouty lip pressure wash the smile right off my face
I want a postmarked package in the mail filled with your hearts, and kiss,& love.
I want your war,
I want your fashion.
I'll be your bathtub water rub a dub passion.
I'd be your dental floss up between your teeth.
the moist towel wrapped around your head,
the monster built on flashlight death crawling in your bed,
it's who I am.
expensive cup of coffee spilled dripping in your lap,
hopeless romantic requiem feel free to scream "you sap"
I want your love.