Pass Me The Salt

Her eyes they're quite centrally placed And remain focused on the present And nothing looks to escape her view. But mine are bulged looking back at you Like you're a rich delicatessen store I marvel at every crease and wavy curve. I long to taste, what I don't fully-deserve And what's more, you've only Just began to whet my appetite. Pass me the cruet, the salt, please! And I'll crash like a wave that'll lick And lap up that golden coastline. I'll make her eyes look and gaze and stare Eternally into mine The way, I now gaze into hers.