Desire like wild fire consumes all
In train ahead big breasts pretty face
In subway beside nice tits pretty smile
Every day awake you pray for your place
Walk away nice ass with pleasing twitch
Each morn explode aglow to thrash alone.
You need a groove to slide into, a niche
where your scattered pieces fit and belong.

How to orchestrate two chaotic bursts
of desperate endless urge to surge and merge
together, to gently weave a placid sea
where both these souls can fully be
?

Come here little girl and here please unfurl
your heart into mine, your essence divine —
half-spirit, half-creature. Show me what I reach for
every morn and night; at the edges of light.

Come here baby girl come tell me what I feel
Because it obscures as it consumes. It peels
me like a banana. But inside I find
nothing. Just a wild whirring of heart and mind

I’m asking you when you’re ready
to be my wife, accepting that two
become one, and passion grows steady
I’m asking you when you’re prepared
to marry me, though we’re both so scared.
I’m asking you

Author: Some Long Dead Poet
Editor: Some Failed and Justly oh so justly forgotten author
Copyright: Andy Watson, man who never was and never claimed to be