A PoemBy Samantha & Rachel AltermanThis night I shall dream of your bedazzling pink hair and couger-eyes. Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous lips-music, I long to sip from your strawberryful lips. In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged eggplant of aquamarineness -- skimming vast continents of weeniss and Saber-Toothed Tigers. The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our cantelopes. Brilliant as catapoltinging flagpoles, the seas greet us from afar. In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated anteaters and tender bumpsterhearts of love Adorned in white silk, we pluck our fire alarming love chimes from our pinki-toes. I press the headlight that you wear around your neck against my weenis-muffin so that our strawberrys melt into one. You will always be my little Mark Wahlberg-cakes face, the couger of my own catapoltinging eye of love.
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