When In Paris..

You’re beautiful,

you’re elegant,

like a sunflower, you’re delicate.

Let’s fuck - for the hell of it,

you’re celibate,

but that’s irrelevant.

Your pussy will be the death of me,

it’s so heavenly,

I might rest in peace.

Your lipstick on my wineglass,

makes me wonder how the time passed,

Where the time went - where will I go?

Shit,

I’d follow you with a blindfold.

The though of you,

I pursue.

Let’s take a Jet Blue to Peru,

let’s run away from hysteria.

In America, I’d marry ya -

but in Paris, we could stay friends,

no strings attached,

no frayed ends.