let me rat
a tat
tat
physical agnst
on your dance floor
tonight the moon is full
and it has the tint
of autumn orange
my dreams have the texture
of girl juice, your girl juice
it will soon be leather weather
trendy jackets that you could
slide your hands under
with your cheek cool
and launches heat
when i kiss you
and i will
i dub you princess smooch
heir to the throne
of greater physical gratification