Soooo handsome, but your house....

art...      
     
Heard you gotta house,      
heard it's tailored made.      
     
For me, a special treat,      
you keep it covered, locked.      
     
Love, your house, it's chocolate,      
but caramelody covered.      
     
Art...      
     
Heard something bout you,      
you want to move your house.      
     
It's covered in snow,      
but, you would open the windows.      
     
In love flows      
tackles you, covers your caramel love.      
     
Art...      
     
Warmth, tells you...      
     
come here      
don't worry bout the windows,     
 
in fact I prefer wood!    
     
closer, please      
let me, heal, feel      
     
you present, unzip    
and reveal you can't hide you,      
not even if      
you wanted to!      
     
Just let me, and      
let you, let you.      
     
Relax us, this does      
thrill the "house".      
     
You can't wait for      
you to show me your house.      
     
Art...      
     
You blushing      
why....      
     
just saying what I heard      
about your house.      
     
You don't want "it" alone.      
     
Art...      
     
It allures me      
a natural Frank Lloyd Right!      
     
I can't stop looking,      
dreamn, wishn, peakn...      
     
What me tell a lie?  
 
No !    
 
My favourite line,      
nabbed it from you.      
     
Art...      
     
So, into the house      
comes Love. Warmth!    
     
Port whole alluring      
elegant window, I like!  
     
Awww and the waves      
of love start to flow.      
     
Art...      
     
You like all this, don't you, what shall I do?      
     
About your house, it's a problem!      
     
You beg and love says, beg more...      
Repeat that...again n again!      
     
You beg, harder, loudly      
She covers your roof, shhhh!      
     
Art...      
     
She shushes, you.      
Smiles, dares you, don't you make a sound!      
     
Take "it"!      
What?      
You know how!      
     
Special treat, a treat you dreamed!      
Not much time left, now.      
     
Art...      
     
Imma chance, an opportunity.      
 
Observing, my foreign lil space,    
vulger sweet juicy stuff small, hot pocket not the standard, but     
custom designed and ordered!    
     
On the wall, now she, is love!      
 
Sweet!      
 
Shiny and bright so tight!      
     
She waits, for you to      
open, handle, pull "them"      
     
"down", sweet hot doors      
on the confectioners      
     
double wall oven, put in      
your caramel delight.      
     
Conjured up      
scenarios, never bore me,  
     
nor leave me broke, a game.  
     
To bless with you, grace      
spread your love.    
     
Your house, the one with      
The double wall oven, doors...      
already attached!