Floating aloft with a mind of churned butter,

That's all I can think of to eat.

For food is my mistress I crave to hold

Yet all I can do is stare at my feet.

Shhh! They'll hear you those things over there.

But I can see nothing, why are you scared?

The man holds me down and spanks my ass bare,

Blistering my character, forever impaired.

Dreams flood my head as red eyes roam free,

Slowly they start to close.

My bed has a lover and that lover is me,

I fold back her covers, get lost in her clothes.

I do love thee, my Maryjane.