I love you already.
I want to write of something deep.
I want to write of something strong.
But every time I think of depth
My mind goes straight to thongs.
To girls in dresses. To girls in white.
To girls in cars. To girls in tight
Leather and skirts and shorts and jeans
To hugs and flings, and hands and rings
And sheets and things, you see this means
I’m getting off track.