What's a "Matterdaddy?"
There is a vulnerable core,
the kind of mythical lore,
to sway and dissolve at your silken words,
spun by worms too smart to be eaten by birds.
Cut into thirds and messy,
to be savored;
Only in safety do the does eyes close..
you can still shoot me, I appose.
And I'll melt 'round your shoes,
all of the right cues,
and you can smile at my many hues.
i swim without fear within you,
and there will be no pain,
Take it with a grain,
my heart in a delicait pose,
as I spill my purple prose.