Welcome to My House

If I could see him everyday. Life would be great. But never in a song. I do like Reggaeton. I like to think of him daily. He's what I hope for and expect his love. My lip burns from the spicy chili peppers I cut for the cut up steak I had cooking on the stove top. Does he want to love me? I'm happy and feel elated when I have him close, in my head. I have deep, heavy, crushes on him. I want to be with him. I want to have his baby. I want to hold his hands and kiss his lips. I want his mouth on me. His love is deep. I hold the keys to his heart. I want to love him. I feel grand, great, whatever you call it.