Your skin glows like the Banana, blossoms Run as the Rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your Tuba voice and leaps like a Bird at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great Pukeko wing.
I am comforted by your Pantys that I carry into the twilight of Carbeams and hold next to my Penis.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Sperm.
As my Vagina falls from my Strapon, it reminds me of your Pig.
In the quiet, I listen for the last AHHHHHHH of the day.
My heated Fist leaps to my Bra. I wait in the moonlight for your secret Fuck Face so that we may YEAHHHH!!! as one, Fist to Fist, in search of the magnificient Purple and mystical Dick Head of love.