There may come a time when I'd want more from you

- would want more of you
- when I'd need your pinkness for my fiction and
for myself, even when I don't need it.

I don't like going there but I saw the world today, I didn't like it. Though I do like you only.....sometimes.

So.

Put down all that junk on the bureau you carved from the bones of dragons and wipe that glittering gob, make-up never suited you.

Though all the extra gunk makes it easier to define you.

Anyway, here smear this on your face; it's your new warpaint. So holster that No.

That's not how it ends.