Mood SwingI am so moodythat my mood swingseven surprise myselfsometimes.
TastyI just have to look at your packagingand your size and shape and lookjust makes my mouth water for you inside.You taste so good.I would never have thought itsince I have tried another before,in eighth grade.But now I am olderand my tastes are better.And if I do say so myself:You taste absolutely amazing.I grasp you easily,so firmly,as I unscrew your topand dive into you with a smile.Though your outside tasteisnt charming at all,what you hold is more thanenough.Thick and smoothand it melts inside my mouth.I lick around my lips to destroyany trace of what you gave me.But after awhileyou tempt me
And Maybe You Do TooI write these poemsfor youand youand youand on the occasion, youand you too.But most of all, you.Because you see,I like probability.Though the probability of you catchingthe poems addressed to youand youand youand on the occasion, youand you too.But most of all,you.Is slim to non existent.
Astral ProjectionAstral projectyouto me.
I love it