Presumption

Hey there, Rag doll! I'm folding into a bowled, bold mix and I'm in knead of a partner. First come. First served. Lying in a daydream - I see you fit the bill. Make my realities a nightmare. You're my dazzling star. You're thin-sliced innocent. You're an unused gift certificate. Need me. Hey there, sweetheart! Don't talk. Don't yelp. It's only me leaving an oil-stained finger print upon your left eyelid. Special. The touch - my touch - is special-licious. Pirate-rigged and e(special)ly meant for you. I threw away my thesaurus yesterday. I found it unnecessary and callous. LOVE is a four letter word as is - LIAR. Hit me with an anthemed antonym. Hey there, pumpkin! Kiss me once again and revel in the sticky juices of our misguided presumptions. Spit, spanked and smothered. A rolling pin of charm - You knead me, darling.