...after i f*ck you senseless.
i'll use big words and you'll pretend to understand.
i'll let you tie me up.
actually, i'll insist that you tie me up.
i'll snort all your coke and do your friends--preferably while you watch. i'll console you when you have a bad day; draw you a bath and rub your arches.
i'll cut your hair.
for free.
i'll burn you incredible cd's that include the likes of the cure, joy division, belle and sebastian, cabaret voltaire, rapture, shins, verve remixes and countless other artists whose names are escaping me because i'm drunk. (again.)
i'll show up at your doorstep in the middle of the night with a long trenchcoat, high heeled boots and nothing on underneath.
i'll read out loud to you.
i'll lightly scratch your back until you fall asleep.
i'll make you breakfast and slip out quietly before you wake up so you can eat in peace.
i'll make you proud to be seen with me.
i'll remember your middle name and and the name of your first pet.
i'll bring 40 of my closest friends to your gigs/art openings/off-off-broadway shows.
i'll carve your name on my thigh in a drunken daze.
i'll love you forever.