I Wrote You Butt

Your moon has need to guide me, through the valleys narrow dream. My torso has no arms your hand to grasp of toe less feted pencil in my nose i write to you. Inside your mind a picture forms a he artful page of ink my single eye can see. Senses under water trees some bark on skin feels kisses all the same to me. One cheek on buttock slit the sea a handy crease runs free lost pants that fit just right. Teeth through cheek of face displaced now ask of you could love me still tongue in mouth be still don't laugh at me.