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I'm walking through rooms with my imagination
placing lacy beds and headboards under canopiesI'm thinking up wallpaper patterns color combinations
walking through rooms
beaming up baby grand pianos by
brandies crashed
smothered in snifterI'm leaning in smoking jacket satin lapels
roaring the rainbow spectrum
against the inferno of our loveyou cross the room
you cross your heart
you know I love my mother
you know I love youI'm steaming up brown rice
thinking up baby strollers
couples night Wednesday's bowlers
heading toward a honey moon
spoon by dripping spoon
ladles of molasses
across your plural asses
as your body hits the beach
sunlight within reachI'm opening up cans of peas
spilling into pots and pans
attired in apron
spicing homemade soups
leading cub scout troops
shopping up froot loops
scooping breakfast table syrups
pricing sexy stirrups
for our kinky late night ridesyou cross the room
you cross your heartnow I'm in my place
under the self placed lace
keeping privacy
sealing curtains with my eyes shut closing
sharpening axes cuttin' wood bein' good
until into the master bedroom
you catch me masturbating master-
fully your man
baiting your man
exploiting me with your image
exciting me with your mirage
exploring explodingyou cross the room
you cross your heart
you know I love my mother
you know I love youI'm walking through rooms with my imagination
picturing window views
delirious provocative brews
turning typical household pleasures
into deviant measure by measureyou cross the room
you cross your heart
you know I love my mother
you know I'll love you
