a poem
Do I miss youOr what you used to do?Under the sheets,Together we flew.
I amThe intersectionBetween your nightmaresAnd fantasies
He’s a stonerJust a lonerWith a bonerAn emotional blurWhen he thinks of her
Here is a sentence,crafted specifically to arouse you.
That is the title of the debut album by the Counting Crows. I happen to know most of the lyrics on that album…