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.