You know what that does to me,
when you hold yourself like that.
I know the wind tickles your fancies,
so you expose yourself,
bare chested to me
for maximum effect.

And you certainly get it from me.
The sight of solid perfection
& pulling sticky strings
from them with my plum
is as close to nirvana
as we're ever gonna get.

O here comes a strong breeze....
O darling please,
you're killing me.