Coddiwomple

Stop don’t move,

Let me fall apart beneath you.

Come over and quite my brain.

Sunbathed corners and sturdy chairs,

Looming over stealing glances through unruly hair.

Let’s take a little trip,

A coddiwomple if you will.

We’ll search for exotic animals

In sprawling green fields.

Take of your shoes and kiss me,

What’s underneath those jeans?

You know what it doesn’t matter.

Well sunbath like cats during golden hour.

How many haircuts has it been?

If you think I don’t know you haven’t paid attention.

I’ll explore a bit, as gentle as can be.

Looking down the quaint spaghetti street,

Through windows with the power of three.

Smitten, enamored, in love

Once yes, twice no, thrice for all of the above.