your sex is on fire,
consumed with what’s to transpire.
You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice.
You the best I ever had.
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels.
I want your psycho, your vertical stick. Want you in my room when your baby is sick.
I want your love and I want your revenge.
I want your love, I don’t want to be friends.
(Check out the print edition of this issue, currently on stands all over U of T’s three campuses, for easy-to-cut cards!)