What kind of company do you keep,
Beneath the sheets,
We make flowers & eat raspberries
To the sound of oceans in your violin,
I picture *** as an orchestra,
Slightly off key,
The dial in your pupils calling my name,
Trembling treble,
Allegro,
Presto,
I'll never know why we make such harmonys,
Between the sheets,
Nothing to do with love,
Just passion.