I don't know , if you know..... but blue sour straws are my favorite. They make me pucker up because I can't stand it. Make me imagine the taste of your lips, which I think is butterscotch. They make my words tie in a knot, usually like you do. I get cravings of more, knowing there's a limit.....but I need it. I'm addicted.

I don't know, if you know.....but cupid let me borrow his bow. I changed the ammo from poisoned darts to sparkling stars. I shot them into space and went searching into your eyes for them......I got lost and couldn't even remember what I was looking for.

I don't know if, you know.......but I want to caress my reptile hands around your hips. Dig deep into your belly button, reach inside your body and stamp "patented"on your heart. Where I can hear sixteen notes turn into gatling guns. Shoot me with your bullets of love....I swear I can take it. I just want you to know....