Mikki C

Thx 4 the add.
DIRTY LOU

Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.