Your skin glows like the lemon, blossoms warm as the tulip in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a bear at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great penguin wing.
I am comforted by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of penisbeams and hold next to my penis.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of juice.
As my vagina falls from my shirt, it reminds me of your vagina.
In the quiet, I listen for the last whimper of the day.
My heated ass leaps to my sock. I wait in the moonlight for your secret dream so that we may fuck as one, ass to ass, in search of the magnificient grey and mystical tear of love.