And inconsistently constant
I'm ready to fall in love without
Mention of the consequences
I am caught in the middle.
Left with the wrong man on the moon
Mars made me with Venus in my veins
And vanity vanishes vertically
Over the vernacular horizon.
Very clever sir,
Cause I'm cautiously causing chaos
Forever in your ventricles.
You know I don't love him
Or even like him for that matter.
What do I have to do to make you think of me?
Pitter pat. Pitter Pat.
Positively positive purposely poison
Posturing itself for invasion;
Sorry… that's just me
Putting pictures and pieces
Pairing them up where they belong.
Injecting you without interjection
Of integral intimacy.
Alliteration always alluring
Allowing lasting lusting
Occurring within open occupancy
Scratching scares only scruples
Caring never about the nails
But the hammering that follows.
Intensity enticing pursing puckered lips,
Patterns prevail picking paring
Slicing splicing and dicing
Until forbidden fruit is eaten.
Have I tasted you,
After all this time,
Tonguing a twisted twister?
Oh, just shut up and kiss me.