Another one of those poems where the girl really likes the guy and no one knows how it turns out...

I always saw you as this sub-conscious loner, one look in your eyes, now I get this lady boner.

That sly little smile, yeah it’s killing me, no I mean literally, it’s like your grabbing cupid’s arrow and you’re stabbing me.

Fatal attraction always makes me feel so alive, touching that magic in between your thighs, and its music to me.

Ironically, I feel like a princess when you’re singing to me…

You gave me a crown and when we’re driving around you’re the only thing I wanna ride, but I want you inside so much it hurts…

…but in the best kinda way…

That little trick with your lip, well I just gotta say, I wanna learn to speak in tongues so when I cum it comes naturally and the noises we make could wake the dead and now you’re in my head…

…come fill me with your love…

Oh, and if you please, when I’m on my knees, the way you pull my hair is really sweet, in a John Hughes kind of way.

I’ll blow all sixteen candles if you don’t forget about me.

I’ll make you breakfast in the morning…