I'd eat the crumbs br that you have dropped br into the mud outside. br I'd have your sneakers br as companion on those nights br when you are gone, br to screw around with relatives, br for no good reason, mind you. br But, when I really think about br what in this life of lives br would turn me on, br it is the thought of tasting, br just a tiny, little bit br of Badedas that has br for a few minutes br played host to you, br immersed within. br O my sweet Jesus.