All the gooey, gushy stuff
That once made me gag,
Now have found meaning
In my life,
Your eyes looking in mine
Brings light into
My dark world,
I can now see all there is
To be seen,
Instead of walking blindly
Into nameless rooms;
I am not sure what we are,
Nor what it will come to mean,
I do not care,
For the present is all to worry about
And there is no worries
Clouding my wandering mind
When you are with me
In our fire pit of sensations
Gushing with every bit of
Ooey, Gooey, Chewy
Love.
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