Imagine us in cool perfection,
pools of crystalline affection,
simply shaken to the core,
begging us for more and more.
On edge we hang in ecstasy,
feeling free and freely falling;
faster, forward, we careen.
We walk the sun in confidence —
not walk: we run, in opulence.
Nothing stops us; nothing will.
Our hearts throb on, all for the thrill.
The world stands before our feet.
Let’s own the world — what do you say,
my sweet?