Eyes and lips
which
blossom from your carved face,
sugar skull, sherbert fizz.
To Mr, from Mz,
we really wanted to fuck this.
Turned my brain insane,
my tongue inside
out.

Caught in fog,
in haze, like cloudy lemonade;
a gaze, let's misbehave.
Infatuated,
I won't make it.
Too intense:
this forever pretence,
can't do more pretend.
Beg.

Take a hot hit,
bit by bit,
I got bit!
Never split!
Please, sit.
You opened the lid,
let's not kid.

I like the look of your hips,
the way your voice dips,
when it gets like this,
and we kiss,
we kiss.
I like the look of your lips,
this.
I miss,
miss this.
Just make a wish,
make a wish:
that this
is
it.