You are my time for myself

There once was a girl named Sally
Who liked to dilly-dally
On the bed she did stay
All night and all day
Instead of cleaning the galley

Dreaming of days long gone
When witches would ride upon
Her family and friends
Through the wends and the bends
In between dusk and dawn

I can't
get enough
of the art
that you are

That thump
and that bump
on my ****
as you twirl
and you pump
-Spin Cycle

I try to creep from the bed
but instead you grab my head
and pull me back to you.
Back so you may pet my hair.
Deep asleep you still care
and melt I promptly do

I'll hold you tight enough
that you still feel like
you can run away

I chew, I chew, I chew, I chew
That's not a sneeze
That is the sound of me
eating my enemies.