Oh Butterface
Oh, butterface. like a breeze on the high seas or the bees that buzz the trees or the flowers that make you sneeze shall i ignore the voice that sounds like a wheeze? does her smile still make you weak in the knees or your heart pound like a bloodthirsty tease let us lock up the past with your imaginary keys demons float to the surface in moments like these and on your death bed in the quiet night do you still say please or roll over into oblivion abusing the virtue of ease
