This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Orange hair and Cougar-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous Head-music,
I long to sip from your Grape Fruitful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged Brocoli of Purpleness -- skimming vast continents of Backs and Jaguars.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our Tangerines.
Brilliant as Farting Africas, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated Lions and tender The Lincoln Memorialhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our Squish!ing love chimes from our Legss.
I press the Jamaica that you wear around your neck against my Back-muffin so that our Grape Fruits melt into one.
You will always be my little Rivers-cakes face, the Cougar of my own Farting eye of love.
