How good was that? All quilted edges & soft in the middle giggles, poured warm over cuddles & appropriate kisses?
How nice was that night? Smothered in caresses & half empty promises. An unknown pleasure, a closer delight.
Pardon my perfection but I don’t even try anymore. Now that I have you.
How tremendously proper are your eyes? All open and sparkling, all nonsense disguise.
How gorgeous is your smile? All simmeringly softened, as wide as a mile.
How do you do you? How do I do me? How would this septic isle cope without either of us?
I am nothing without something.