At this table,
We do not swear,
At this table,
We show respect,
At this table,
We love, only love,
At this table,
We share our day,

In this home,
We do not strike,
In this home,
We do not spite,
In this home,
We show love, only love,
In this home,
We share our sanctuary,

All you need is fair a heart,
And mix that in, with pure of mind,
Sprinkle in romantic thoughts,
And add some love, just use the rind,

You'll need a pinch of *** appeal,
And just a smidge of naughty thoughts,
Room temperature is always best,
For when you take your clothing off,

The kindest words work best this way,
And don't forget to blow a kiss,
And mind your mood as you begin,
And don't forget to make a list,

A candle red, with rose oil rub,
As much as you can muster up,
Mix all of these together well,
Voila!, a recipe for love.....

The birds might say, “Oh, look at the pretty humans!
They have waited all winter for us to return!”
And so we have, like seasonal hoteliers
Inviting our guests back for their holiday

The seed-buffets on little metal trays
And little plastic houses in the trees
Bespeak our thoughtful hospitality
For little friends who live upon their wings

Now summering in nest and eave and steeple
The birds must laugh, “Oh look at the people!”

You lit me up
When I first saw you
Started a fire inside of me  
The way you
Touched the flame
Of a cigarette
To his face
And burned him
The heat crept up inside of me
And sent my body buzzing
My temperature rising
Set my world ablaze and
I knew I had to taste to you
Had to feel you
Wanted you to **** me up
And burn it all to the ground
Wanted you to light me up
Like the cigarette between your lips
That you put on his flesh
Kiss me hot to the touch
leave me  scorched
Into a pile of ashes
Then roll me up
Into a smoke
And do it all over again.

Rooted to this place I am
Stuck in my own head space
Drifting on a thought
But I never settle
On just one
It is far to vast in here
The voices sing
Me songs and
Tell me my fears
Lay them out on the table
They tell me to get the ****
Over it and face them