i know you rosy cheeks(
             you are lips pretty)andheadbobbing
                                           (you look like sweetness
                                              )when you're between
                                                thigh and thigh
                                                     (those pursed creases        usually
                                          ­             )they twained and culling
                                                         ­        (are heaven writhing
                                                        ­                 )tongues and bones
                                                           ­                     (so let me crawl inside you
                                                             ­                       )andIpromise
                             ­                                                         (we'll fall right up in2 1