… you can’t go Home like ‘That’,
your knees smell like daisies.
You’ll need a ‘Straightener’
for that [Normally] perfect hair
… you’re just lucky
that I didn’t actually tear-it-out
… in my Fucking Excitement!!!
Trot-on, nah, come-back…
your kisses are slippery-slope
leading the ‘Bad Boy’ in me
… straight into an Emotional
‘Car Crash’… and I do not care.
“You’ll be the death of me.”
I say that to everyone… but,
you are trouble, and your ‘Taste’
is yearning and burning me Crazy!