that time along the coast

castigate me twice for christmas
once for easter
then every day until I rake my finger nails
down your spine.

We'll call that love
and moan about the days
when

We'll rape through thoughts
of me and you and moan about
when

We'll zip off to Monaco and bathe
in smirnoff and moan about
when


... castigate me just a little
in shades of truffles
in consume
in shades of sequoia
in shades of rompdilious fornication.

We'll call that love
and moan about the days
when.