you’re so hot i want to gouge out my eyes / and gift them to a food bank / so hot i want to shave my brows off / and dip my face in ice cream / pour out all the air trapped in my corners and fill me with yours

so hot i want to build an elaborate effigy of a sparrow / and then smash it with a hammer / so hot i want to ride a miniature train around a carpark / you’re so hot it’s embarrassing

look up at me with those eyes / both sacred and unclean / you’re so hot i want you to enter my bloodstream and make your home there / as a wholesome cottagecore lesbian / with sweet peas lining your front garden

you’re so hot i want to nuzzle you on a remote hilltop / so hot i want to break a window in the middle of an important speech / take the pieces and start making you a glass tapestry / right there, on the floor / you’re so hot i want to cry

you’re soo hot / i want to sing ronan keating’s life is a rollercoaster / alternatingly through each of my flatmates’ keyholes at midnight / to muffle your mouth with my hand and look into your eyes while you cum / so hot i want to throw a drink on someone / and blame it on someone else

you’re so hot i want to throw irreverent shade at the sun / for daring to think it could burn me with its wattage / when you’ve already singed me beyond return / and the sun can’t see me now / heimlich every drop of it from my body with your embrace / while i admire your sexy forearms

the sun will see you now / to politely request that you respect her copyright over / being the most wildly hot being / in this universe or the next

the sun is petty and insecure / but she is not violent / she will let you live / and keep being hot / because what else would you do?