Gossamer girl
That's a name for my silk-spun, dew-dropped world.

In the morning
Ornamented like a chandelier of death

Unprevented from yourself, you are per
and fect.

I was deep in my thoughts
And then I saw you again today
On the bus

I am jostled and nervous
I don't know what to expect
I am focused on your nose ring
And you saw my nervousness and you stroked it

Let me lock load and fire, aim again
Straight down the long road of your eyes
Tell me "boy you'll do, you'll do"
Let me feel you up
On the bus