First kiss
First kissWas kind of crassLike a big bite on the bottomNot blissNot my idea of a wishI could have crossed it off the list
Read the fine print
Read the fine printThings are not glintingI can feel myself blinkingOver the tiny fine printI want to sprint awayFrom the fine print
The smell of fear
The smell of fearFeels so strongLike everything is wrongI want to strike a large gongAnd bring everyone along
The knock at the door
I hope to open the doorTo someone who is not too much ofA boreTo help me to explore life outside the doorAnd give me goods galore
Waiting
Waiting keeps me palpitatingI can feel myself almost hesitatingHow I hate waitingAs my mind keeps racingAnd my body keeps pacing
Stood up
Standing you upYet sitting it outSo weakNot being able toSee you properlyYet bent over backwardsMy future incredibly bleakNot beingAble to do obliques
No fixed address
No one can even sendMe a letterTo make me feel better
Distracted
Distracted by your reflectionBeing attracted to only youYou are my projectionBut also my afflictionI don't want to feel your rejectionOr to be cut up into little sections
Cake
Beautiful cakeHow can I resist youEven though others persistNot to eat you
Love
Love is in the airWe're definitely on a dareOur love is broadcast everywhereWe make quite a pairAs we double up on hugs and kisses
The daily news
What's newThe daily newsNothing that I already knewI read through the paperThrough and throughUntil I finally decide to throw it outAfter I find outWhat everything has been aboutAround town and can now do my business around town
Lamingtons
He loved lamingtons never got tired of themNearly always had a packet or at least a stack of themBetter than pancakesEven better than an ordinary sponge cakeThe desiccated coconut mixed with chocolateSo naughty and wickedBetter even than the best quality chocolate or double fudge cakeGiving pleasure and sensation to hisAlready superbly trained taste buds and sweet tooth
Pink carnations
Pink carnationsSoft to the touchAlthough causing a big sensationWith roses as their competitorAnd often picked insteadLeaving the roses for deadTheir thorns make me go ouchToo muchAs the carnations take their place
A note found
A note foundWhat could it be?I found it under a treeBeside the roadWill it be relevant to me?And bring me luckOr should I leave it unopened?And throw it awayAnd just let a truck roll over it
Butterflies
ButterfliesFlying in the heatSpreading themselves aroundLike warm butterAs I mutter honey to my lover
High heels
High heelsIn many ways a big dealI almost want to shriek at my high