Drums! Harp! Piano!
by Wolf Larsen
When can we make a baby?
My sperm wants to go swimming
through a universe of spaghetti & meatballs!
Don't you love me?
Love me like gunshots through orgasms?
Because I am all the eyeballs you can eat!
I am piano keys opening up your legs to immaculate conception!
Even the dead animals on the plates
in the restaurants love me!
Love like a one hundred story dildo in downtown Chicago!
You can be my solar system!
I can be your flying pickup truck!
Take off your clothes!
Now!
Copyright 2019 by Wolf Larsen