Her name is so sweet on my tongue, tastes of birthday cake.
It's a shame I have to go to work today.
I'd rather take her hurt away.
Her hero with no purple cape.
As far as I'm concerned, everyday's your birthday, babe.
Every day, kiss from her ankle, under her skirt and face.
Risky and adventurous, make love, leave open the curtains late.
If she was a letter I would stay around my circle K.
Eyes and flesh and souls enlaced.
Feeling blue my dear, I'll burn the city to throw you a parade.
Lifetime, decades, years, and months, I'll wait for you for days and days.
© Sebastian Grey