I would love easier
If I was a jar of peanut butter
Discern my quick to bite demise
Check the expiration date
Thered be no place for blades
For any mess to come that I wouldn't be
Hard to get out of sheets, underneath fingertips
Purpose labeled on my plastic heart and skin
I wouldn't have to ask if I looked good in bed
I'd be so sticky smooth
You'd eat me through the morning and the afternoon
I'd be atop the apples, in between the bread
You'd spread me through the knife
Guess if its my hands, my eyes, my lips, my thighs
To dine, to feast
For you to have me is my dream
ITS NOT DONE AND I CANT WRITE ANYTHING ELSE I LIKE UNTIL I GET THIS PEANUT BUTTER S H I T OUT OF MY SYSTEM. Current listening is aint too proud to beg by the temptations, got more gel pens, have been eating beef jerky for breakfast, desperately need to beat someone up, got a cute case for my switch lite.
