My eyes augment the pleasure of our colliding skin

My eyes augment the pleasure of our colliding skin

Sliding through you

Plotting your own death on that denim couch

That I found hideous to help the public realize

That you're some kind genius

I've got to hand it to you

Those paintings aren't that great

Hey

I'm no Buddy Rich and you ain't Monet

I like your body

I think it's y

I want to make origami

All you want to do is make stains on a canvas with paint

Let's compromise and play shadow charades