To Nuclia...

You're a constant motion,
Like nuclear propulsion,
An epileptic convulsion,
Like O.J. on crack,
Like a knife in your back,
A lifeline with slack.

You're a sexual potion,
With K.Y. Lotion,
A screaming rock and roll promotion,
A fifteen foot ocean!

You're one time, You're two times,
You're three times, You're four!

You'll fall out of my bed,
And crawl for the door!

You're a catholic school yard roller blade Queen,
You're an artist, painter of my dreams.

You're every man's notion,
A love-sick emotion,
Object of MY devotion.
You're constant motion,
steam locomotion,
nitrious oxide,
supercharged commotion,
PLUTONIUM explosion!

You're my fantasy themes,
My Queen, and
My lifetime of dreams.

by Just Tickled Pink