  One of these days I'm going to go to England with my dorks. We are going to show up the old British women who think Americans are unable to speak proper English. We are going to spit at all the british girls and steal their hott english boyfriends. We are going to ride the humungous ferris wheel and look upon the stars. We are going to dance in the rain and laugh intill we have to take Dorkkenya to the hospital because she forgot to breath between the bursts of laughter.
We're going to walk into the shops that are so obviously made for just the rich and wealthy and sneer at the employees as we try on their expensive clothing. I am going to England with my dorks and find the dark prince of my twisted fantasies. I even wrote a "cheese poem" for him. can't I find a place somewhere? a place for me that I can have in someones eyes that love me too have his soul,could I? and call it mine and mine alone? a place protected from groping hands; icecycle fingers threatening a chill a warm ocean draft,I dream a key to unlock the secrets of his masked eyes such sweet and sour seductiveness what key better then my heart?
ready to unfold and unfurl all dark ready to stop hiding in myself and find a pleasant burrow inside of him and for him to find his place in me like a lone hotel abandoned,haunted and dark I wait he'll walk in and turn the light on and start a newness in me like freshly baked pumpkin pie sitting warm beside the turkey; safe from November wind and with a place 
