Another night of beers and cheers running in my blood,
Yet still craving,
Lip-licking the hatred to nothingness,
Peer-seeking, a dream of leg shaking.
If it isn't the weight of life or my lovely riddles wit,
Why can't I be the one on your lustrous, nasty sheets?
Should you grasp my hands, and something else (hehe), Show me the gift your mom gave.
Wrap me in your arms and unwrap my skimpy dress.
Dear, why would you hesitate to taste
This dessert is a very hot mess