you know
i can't touch your beauty
i can imagine it
and i can dance creepy-crawly
maneuvers towards the edges
and now
after surgery
i worry for you
i want the best for you
you know i want you
better
i want you walking
in the wilderness
of private kisses
in the forest
i want you better
than i can imagine
or probably deserve
and you should know
i want you to enjoy
the consequences
of dirty money kisses
along your cheek and neck
in a fine mist of giggles
in the fine slobber
of juicy delight