of pixies and mischief

And
Here in time and madness
I thought you had much time
But mostly madness
Part of this brings me sadness
And now I see you rely
On I~
And my badness
But to comply
I admit
I am
Glad
To do this
Not a clue as to 'wi-fi'
But should I,
I’d chose the only way to receive
Your clues,*(and thus as your mischievous muse)
Relate my pixie news,
And lie
Under the cover of the sky
Who breaks lighting down like a vixen
and to drain drip dry
When rain falls from the lips
kiss
I find it's alright
In a diner where no ones cries.
I don’t fear the sky
Only this guy
for pulling me into a perpetual spin
Of which flirtation is open
And sexy is in
But you can only view me
From 30 miles within
(did I read you right, from your education?)
Your travels seem limited
But boundless and not nearly thin
For your imagination is effortless
And a comfort
Like the cover I hide under
...so I pull up the sheet
are you thinking paper or bedroom suite?
either pressed cotton or satin
on such silky skin
either way
the only play with words will stay
in this medium