A Call From The Vatican

guido…
guido…
i was lazing around my bedroom when you called and an
idea occurred to me i thought you might
be wondering about, guido…
who’s not wearing any clothes?
i’m not!
my darling, who’s afraid to kiss your toes?
i’m not!
your mamma dear is blowing into your ear,
so you’ll get it loud and clear,
i need you to squeeze me here…
and here…
and here…
cootchie, cootchie, cootchie coo. i’ve
got a plan for what i’m gonna
do to you, so hot you’re gonnna steam, and scream,
and vibrate like a string i’m plucking-
kiss your fevered little brow
pinch your cheeks till you say «ow,»
and i can hardly wait to show you how,
guido.
who won’t care if you come to me tired and overworked?
i won’t! bambino,
who knows a therapy to beat what you can get from me?
i don’t!
but this will have to be enough for now,
guido,
ciao.
i love you, guido