What’s up Baby. Come here. I want to taste U,
I love the way you’re body feels next to mine,
Don’t Cry. My thoughts of Nirvana is no waste of time,
These tables, the meetings, all uncover your thoughts,
Ancient use of yards unraveling the exquisite dark,
Box sets apart this gifted craziness you bought,
Friends of the ice melting in the diced sun heart,
An embodiment of thank yous self employed,
The trust that caramelized my life in voids,
Seems like you’re ready to go all the way,
Come to pass the friendship of the final maze,
I hope you too will find one day,
A friend in passion for forever inside the drapes,
Vindicate my light, a beam of show and tell,
Contract my spree, not choking the smell,
From right here I look and remember the truth,
A so sad widow associating with the brute.