40. Rated

You're too good at this.

Your speech reaches deep inside my mis-
matched wordplay and breeches every overcomplicated dis-
play of affection;

you sever heartstrings
like string sections are so passé.

I'm wishing telephone receivers sent kisses on command
so I could hear your blissful sighing on demand.

You've got me, like a lover's pistol shot planned.
I'll not leave, we'll walk tomorrow hand-in-hand.