Yesterday I shaved every inch of my body and mailed the hair to you.
Does this excite you?
Is this what you like, pen pal?
Today I mailed a brick through your window
and watched you shower
so clean.
I sucked your soap like a sugared apple,
I steamed your mirrors with nostrils flared.
Pen pal, I`m afraid that our meetings are no longer coincidental,
it`s hard to be discrete when hooves hit concrete.
It`s hard to fit in when you look like equestrian.