You pump me like a pulmonary vein
you drill me like a military campaign
you blow me like a weather vane in a hurricane
you plow me as if i'm your last germinating grain
but then you get too busy like a interstate lane
you lie to me like an advertising campaign
you sometimes feel like acid rain with the mark of Cain
your temper, it's like a sudden sprain and feels like a face full of butane
you confuse my visceral brain like it's drunk on champagne
you send my mind, body, and soul into a nervous strain
you detain my wrists like a watch chain laced with cocaine
your evil glare resembles a cocky Great Dane...
then you apologize and it feels like i'm floating on waves of mary jane
and you say things to me like, "Your image, graven on my heart" by Mark Twain
and that "You will always maintain control of my left AND right brain"
ahhhhhh, i feel a tickle in my body when you say, "Your eyes make me insane"
then i feel like you've whisked me away on a jet plane to a castle in Spain
like you're the king and i'm the queen of your pleasure domain
and then you say, "My love remains for you like a freight train."
i cringe, because then i know the morning is close and the cycle is about to repeat again.



hah.