Friday, October 12, 2012

Chic Heaven.

Chic Heaven.

Luckily I am single,
The chic's are really hot.
Everywhere I look to see,
Babes and honey's watching me.

Cover me in syrup,
To be as sweet as they.
Like nectar to a honey bee,
Their shapes are moving me.

Could I die intensely,
To be in their golden flow?
Bring my desire, open free,
And cover all of me.

Losing hope of innocence,
My resolve is failing me now.
I want what I can see,
To be riding all over me.