blooby

Do not give in to temptation, it’s late and you are alone, but someone is always watching. This is a lesson, about discipline, about waiting for your moment, waiting waiting you have learned a great deal of patience. Oh boy you tickle those thoughts and flirt with lightning; everything leads to your private crescendo. Now open up those eyes and look 360 degrees, what is a chicken butt, how is now - why made obsolete by a newborn baby’s cry. Nothing better than dinner for two with a hazel-eyed angel; she speaks in silence and oozes grace, her lipstick on my cheek - so I refuse to wash my face.

O lady, quiet in the park; love bites or frostbite? I can’t tell in this dark.

I keep her perfume on a shelf; I sniff it every month, reminds me of Niagara Falls, of strawberries and mangos and jet-screams at airshows. I want her to knit me a scarf; I wanna ask her about silk. She took me to a movie once – it was fun, yeah but I’m still cookie-crumbs in her kitchen and I’m about to spill the milk. I'm fine fettle with a mop, and I'll mix it up with filth; I can't keep clean forever though, I need a signal; need to draw up the will.