You are the mountain
I want to climb
I wanna be the beef
In your vegan sandwich
You are the ocean
I want to watch
As I stand on the shore
Getting sand in my crotch

You are the mansion
With a great view
Look at those hot grassy hills
I want to grab fistfuls of you

I am like a dead man
Bloated and disgusting
In the presence of your purity

I am like a burning dumpster
You are a big round glittering disco ball
I am the rain
Corroding your discarded shopping trolley

… of love

You are the sunshine
I am that which is absence of light
You are the key
I am the locksmith who’s butt crack you see as I replace your rusty lock

You are a mystery to me
And out of the four types of games on the crystal maze, mystery is my favourite

You are the butter
In my value pack of all butter croissants
Spreading yourself all over me
Leaving crumbs everywhere

I am allergic to bee stings, so it’s important that I stay away from any environment where bees naturally habitat
But you are my, my, sweet honey chilli chicken

You were the light for me to find my truth
I needed batteries for my torch,
And I couldn’t even find where I left it

I wanna fix you a meal
That leaves your belly in agony for a couple of hours
I wanna make you run really fast
Across the road, as we see speeding cars
I wanna take you up higher than you’ve ever been
Until we both pass out from lack of oxygen
And fall into each other’s arms