Rowing down streams of lust, It'll be a fatal attraction if we keep this up, From your mouth to my cup, pour me sumthin, serve me your trust, allow me to penetrate crevices that at a moment's notice would produce sacred beverages, walking on soda spills, clean up on aisle 9, climbing rainbows, how colorful is our time? How dynamic is our minds?! Anyplace anywhere it's guaranteed to go down. Spontaneous is your spine, 33 vertebrae I'll find, you're flawless, such a rare kind, you're edible, I call you macoroni and brown, you're looking like poetry and wine, I want to write and sip. Can I? Can I ink and Dry? You are my muse, so you must comply. Qadar Dwon'