Harmony in a couple is not breakfast in bed
Or flowers as the first thing handled in the morning,
But farting at the same tempo
Just before awakening.
No sheep to count when bedtime comes,
But my teeth biting your *******
Til I bleed you to sleep,
Half of my lips left to mark
This flesh forever.
If you ****** me as much as I wanted
The next dlr stop before Bank in my head
Would be renamed SHAGWELL.