She Is The One
The night is done, the day awakens;
All night distorting your simple bun.
The yell and bawl with all their might;
Lament my mind's heavy plight.
My bed's springs weren't loose enough;
To ride on your bodacious muff.
The thing is you left the house shaken;
After you said you were taken.
The later I knew it wasn't the case;
Cause I saw it , while you braise.
The queen size bed and the fitted sheets;
And firelight glinting through burning weed.
I was confused whether to dream about you;
Or to wake up and hold you.
And I talked to her and she replied in silence;
And it was time to have a healthy violence