i think that i should tell you every dirty thought i have about you and me
and of us alone and of
the things i want you to do to me and me to you.
i know i talk in riddles that you don't always understand or don't really
care to get unless you're
feeling frisky or horny or all these things and more.
i believe you to be my salvation for at least a night or two or three like a
good dream in the middle
of the nightmare or family reunion i have to go to every year at the park in
june.
i love you for the moment or at least until you leave and although you think
me shallow it's better
than should i wait my whole life for you to say things better left unsaid.
i have visions of us dancing beneath a starry sky and moon, of your breath
like cinnamon gum
and your words like memories i have never had the pleasure to call my own.
you say my dreams are like paper and i tear them up so quick just to watch
them burn, but i don't
really mean to be that way it's just that i can't allow myself to be
involved with these things.
i say that i think i am falling for you and i don't know how you could ever
fall for me because i'll
never be your perfect dish when you know how i can be to you and god and
everyone you know
and the person you want to be.
i only hope we can stay this way for the next couple of weeks or days.