endless 8

let me count the ways,
for there are many:

one membery deep, but not forgotten, plunges into
two lips gently parted, whisp'ring softly
of three lines of words, and again of three little words
and then the four letter words - i want to, let's
and five, four, three, two, dive into
dark waters as the fires, rageing, heat the little home
at 678 East Greenbay Road and a tangle,
entangled in 8 limbs, complete with tentacles

for to carry us away one day.
let us carry them all this way.

this is the way,
to count the ways.
this is the way.