7 February 2013
A smile that lifts the room,
Your laugh consumes,
As you happily play the fool,
Though your talent and intellect
Are completely evident.
A twenty-four hour marathon
Isn't enough to keep me sane,
I need more, more, more of you;
If I could reach through the screen
And touch you, taut body, wicked smile,
I'd happily be yours for the night,
You fill my thoughts and dreams,
Getting dirtier with each minute,
An insane crush on a Mythbuster,
A sadistic scientist with a twist;
Experiment on me anytime,
Busted, plausible or confirmed,
I'd make you mine,
So come to me, Tory Belleci,
And I'll show you some real chemistry.
You Can Bust My Myth Anytime • Opuss № I