If I could live in your musical smile,
I would surely drown in you...
I am from the faucet
From the Aquafina and Dasani...
The wise old owl
doesn't give a hoot...
Taste of moss,
Green as if gone wrong...
Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling DVD mobiles...
Box
no locks...
My wife tears into her mango with great pleasure
as juice runs down her chin, wiped before...
Caution concealed entrance.
Oh that sign makes me smile in these middle aged...
Touch my leg,
Touch my breast...
The vampire is walking,
All through the night...
Oh my,
With a sugar high...
This poem,
Is just not meant to be...