If you can't eat humble pie
The desert that is me
Is not for you

I am high maintenance
In that I require others
To have a sense of self.
In order to understand me
You must understand yourself first.

My heaven
Resides in
The curvature
Of your lips
When you smile

Rub-a-dub tug
Pull me down to the rug
Wiggle and wriggle
Full bodied giggles
Nibble and nip
Give a little slip
Pinch and squeeze
Anything to please
Fill me up
Overrun my cup
And drown with me
In intimacy

1 less future regret
2 fingers on my pulse
3 steps to climb
4 stepped waltz
5 senses buzzing
6 minutes to puddled
My sUm total is 21
Then doubled

You ring me
Like a bell
Reverberating AUM

There is no price to high
To be held within your eyes
There's nothing I won't do
When the commodity is you