I am contemplating a new dress for you
A bright little red number not limiting you but expanding your horizons
just a little below the hips with stretchable fabric so I can pull down the neckline
And help me to your generous offering of your fulsome glorious aureolas
Your neck gets brighter as you reach for the stars when the sensation of my lips
races within your nerves and ignites your fireworks
A kind vulcanology awaits between your loving legs while I seismologize your skin above.
Next I’ll shop around for a new blue dress
Dress you up as a sailor my mate for a voyage cir-come-navigating your world
Your body is a wonderland, John Mayer was right
Love it when you let me explode inside you my Love Goddess, My Bestfriend
We are equal in this battle between selfishness and sacrifice
I stop myself from killing myself so that new life will phoenix within your orbs
Burn myself to mindlessness so that our joinings will be sentient
Like molecules becoming Einstein, wonderful.
Yeah, I suppose when I say a new woman I’d name names just to specify
Like a new Jay Low, or a Mar-High-A Carrie, or even an Awe-Drew Heavyburns-Barrie-Moor
But no, you are the same but not quite
Same face, same eyes, same lips, same labial lips, same voice
But I differentiate still I don’t know how
Maybe it’s the dresses.
It will be like this until we go back to being friends, the best of friends, till forever with…Eternity.
