We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
My love is like a laser beam That melts you down and makes you… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…
Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else
Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley
You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen
I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish
I live a beautiful fantasy Standing before surging human seas Caught up in their own revelry Of my soul laid bare for all to se…
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple
If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…
Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land
