Crissey’s Love
A sonnet-like how-to
Whether you live in the clouds or with both feet on the ground you surely know that life is better lived inside below the sheets with your muse by your side holding your love by the balls and if lucky by the sword since clouds are far away unless you fly and the ground can shake you off into dust Thus we are made to suffer everything under the Sun and the Moon and the stars even when the pain is goodish somehow with strings attached to unrequited love tunnelling throughout the maze of your mind while allowing your heart to be flooded with her words smile and all sexual parts
Dedicated to my faraway muse in the Czech Republic.