Spaghetti O’s and Cheap Wine

Spaghetti O’s and Cheap Wine
It’s not perfection, but it certainly works.
It kind of symbolizes who I am.
I may have Italian running through my veins,
But I’m still American.
I’m unpredictable,
Yet totally cliché.
People wonder what I’m going to do next,
But they’re not surprised when I do
Why change, what’s the point?
Chef Boyardee sees no reason.
So, let’s switch it up, make things interesting.
Tomorrow’s menu: ravioli and homemade wine.

Do you have a dirty mind?

I can feel you tremble under my fingertips
My hands mold to your shape
I can’t help but press into you just a little harder
We have to get this going faster
Your noises; they keep me going
Each one of your buttons gives me something new
I can’t stop with you
I’ve been waiting for you
All I need is to be close to you
To feel you, to ride you
I keep you going until you reach that point
Then we slow down together,
Only to start it all over again.
Go faster, we’ve got protection.
Let’s go until you’re exhausted.
My new car.