At night I lie and dream of you
And of what I’d like with you to do.

Tiny puddles of greyish tar, your eyes,
Reflect the thickness of your thighs.

I adore your scent. It’s etched in my mind.
That sweet and sour odour makes some men blind,
But to me it does but kind
Things. I can sense it now from far and wide.

Your corpus, large and proud,
Like a beautiful, beastly cloud
Appears on the horizon like springtime puss
And I hope You and I will soon be Us.

How many men have you had, I wonder,
How many hearts has your greasy hair broken?
I stand alone, being torn asunder,
Looking, searching, for some small token.

Your furry legs, your unshaved crotch,
I wish my life now to debauch.
I long for you, your unkempt touch,
I love you, adore you, oh, so much,

That I fear I’m now losing my wits.
Oh, to rest my head in your armpits,
Damp and secure, and wrap myself in your
Flab. Those delicious rolls of love you carry
I would like to woo and marry.

But, alas, I’m still alone in my bed,
The sweet smell of your sweat still in my head,
And there remains but one thing for me to do,
And that is to lie here and dream of you.