I think my red flaming heart
Is all over your full pink lips
Leave me wine, trinkets
You love the taste of that tabasco sauce
Whoops, I just dipped myself into the spice
But I always preferred--
All the things, but no, you could never be boring
Darling.
I want you all for me.
“Who are you?!”
I have to say, glee and love
Spreading throughout me.
I should be asleep
Things to make and create
But you, you fill up my soul
Lets fight over the box of chips.