Stuff it with rice, onions, and basel.
I want to dive into your soul,
because it's the warmest, deepest
but smallest lake in an average-sized country.
It's the first day of winter, my dear.
I think about you when it is cold.
Also at nights, or stopped at red lights,
or shopping for desk accessories;
I think about you then, too.
You are a Post-it on my heart.
You are a constant on my To-do list.
"Do her." That one I don't cross out.
I want your tongue sandwich, woman.
Your stomach probably tastes better than a cow's.
Oh, what am I saying?
The silly little zephyrs in my mind--
It does! It does!
It definitely tastes better.
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