There is no greater pleasure
Than skin on bare skin

If every word I wrote to you
Could make you love me more
I'd write you a novel every day.
And then maybe,
By the end of our days,
You'll love me as much as I love you

There once was a squirrel named Nutty
Who was looking for a little buddy
But Nutty was alone
So he burned down his home
With himself inside of it

A tree,
Flowers,
Some tomatoes,
Your lips on mine.

When I was made
Someone must have ******* up the wiring.
There's a short in my brain,
Like water was spilled on it.
Now there's smoke pouring out my ears
And the gears stopped spinning.
I think a wire got disconnected
With the first blow I took to the head.
Now I'm smoking like a chimney,
But that's alright,
Its all electrical.

I may be legally blind,
But my hindsight is 20/20.

There's something beautiful
About the way
Your lips speak my name,
And the way
Your fingers fit perfectly with mine.
It's beautiful
How your smile
Pierces my heart,
And how your eyes
Pierce my soul.
There's something beautiful
About your soul, my dear
And the way it intertwines,
Perfectly with mine.