By Candy Cain
Can I call you my heartbeat harvest or have you never heard a heart thief
pardon? I could surf your channels days and still be blessed with ample
I mean, I'll bargain, but the only bars I gain at connect me to a highway where it's straight to you or bust, hence my blatant lust.
I could stitch the holes in my wing with a string of your affection. Apply your kisses to my accuracy and split an atom with my aim. You could be the snake that locked me out and I'd still suckle the fang like it was the eve of something wicked and I'm looking for a taste.