You got me choking on my own breath, restless
heart beating out of my chest, my pecks flexing
tension, in every single moment of this suspense.
Could cut me with a plastic butter knife right now,
I’m so elastic. How nice does it feel to be erratic,
fantastic? Absolutely prone to happiness, set to
automatic, flip the switch to ecstatic. Just imagine
us; just the two of us on a bench. It’s so romantic,
by a lake, under moonlight, am I right? I’m so right,
right now or any night. Let’s relax shall we, chill on
the couch, kick back and see where our words and
our hands take us. Let’s chat and gently rub up my
pants to your crotch, and eat up some hot pockets.
I’m so hungry I could eat a rhinoceros, so pucker up
those lips, ‘cause I’m coming in for some kisses. My
right hand on the back of your neck, and my left on
the best of your stitches; holding you like you’ve been
jacked, jacking the heart out of its pack, ransacked.
Packing it in my knapsack and holding it for ransom,
‘cause I’m hansom. Stole this, can’t have it back, but
you can have mine in exchange, if you copy that.
Can’t complain, you copycat, about what I just did,
when you just did that! Oh snap.

09/09/2014