pickled daydreams

I'm starting to hallucinate
no, no more breaks! it's getting late!
Don't fake your fate.
You'll break your mate.
Just make it, make it-
kiss and wait.

Kiss and wait!?
That awful trait?
When I can't even break your plate?
that sickle shiny briny hate
But darling? Can't we masturbate?

No, not unless you'll stay up late.
And wait,
and wait,
(it's worth the wait)
'Cause I can't let you
conjugate.

Unless, your fingers pry and sate
just reach inside to satiate.
And ohmigawd- my Father's fate.
To catch a daughtered
grin elate!

Just blow me out
I'll vib-erate.
Silk skin ablazed- infatuate.
I HATE! I HATE!
THIS CLOCK'S MY FATE!

But darling Time, please hold this date,
and wash its summer's sun create
to cherry women impregnate.
and babes taste sweet to lick the pate

AND DAMN THESE BIRDS THE MORN AWAIT!
and this might always be my fate.
Keep dancing to my hip heart rate.
Belligerent this morning state.