Rip goes the foil that separates my man from his munchies,
like lightning he grabs one,
It is just like me,
a thin lifeless vessel covered in oils and saturated fats,
dangling between his fingers,
his index finger caresses my back while his thumb applies pressure onto my rib cage,
I cant breathe!
Is it him or I?!

Oh to be said crisp,
for him to place my grease upon his lips
and shout allowed I Love Tayto*...
But I am not a crisp,
I shall not reach the same level as a crisp,
I am me a mere man,
A man whose every moment of every day surrounds said Tayto lover.

Hungry for his touch,
Unknowing to him are my feelings,
Gazing intently into his deep blue eyes,
Open to his emotions,
Running scenarios of how our lust will spill into the deep voids of reality,
Offering to take his coat,
Wondering if he feels the same way,
Silence grips the air,
Our eyes meet once more with a long stare,
Moving closer to him I part my lips,
Emotions flourish while I stuff my face with another **cake..

Subway man stick to your plan,
jalapenos, onions and a thick slice of ham.
Who are you?
Where are you?
I need my sub man!

You slice the bread with ease,
Oh how I long to be on my knees,
degrading myself for youre sweet onion sauce,
Yelling at your boss,
I wonder.

toasted or soft?
I do not know,
with you or without you?
I shall not go,
alone,
into the night,
without a fight,
for my Subway Man.

A fish jumps
A badger runs
I **** his face

Just beat it.
I hear it,
the jangle of you buckle,
the swaying of youre knuckles.

faster, faster the swift motions come,
when will I see youre face?
Is it after you ***?
MJ's blaring in my mind,
I cant escape the feeling
the thought of you peeling,
back the skin to where we begin,
in time, out of time,
are you ready to burst?
I knock on your door,
Im dieing of thirst.