The taste of my name sound so sweet from places you barely speak
and formal wear is worn at your own risk
nothing adds up but makes total scenes
where your imagination runs as deep as the coldest abyss
rough areas are laid smooth with the gentleness of a passionate kiss
tongues meet runs of sexual bliss and unexpected bodies end up with a slight twist
stretched minutes are given as gifts
unwrapped features are pleasures not to be missed
work is a figment of play with no rules to assist
whatever you need is at your every stickied fingertip
the greatest edible arrangements
magical locked ness
confessional out burst with no judgment
this is not sex or love making
its our dirty little secret