I was just looking for a muse
A way to get back into my poetic groove
I recognized there was a spark
I felt it the 1st time I read your words
I knew you were sexy
And a little voyeur
I remember the 1st time you told me you
ďHad a girlĒ
I did the respectful thing and
Left you right there
The second time we spoke I asked for us to blend
I wanted to be the reason you pulled out that erotic pen
Didnít know if we were
Fucking or making love as you bent me over and
Poetically sodomized me
I spread my ass cheeks
Accepting your Monte Blanc eagerly
Same my name baby
Say it out loud
Put it in a poem
(I donít give a fuck Öi know you donít speak teenager)
You know what?
I think Iíve just decided
Youíre going to be mines
No matter what.
You like how that sounds?
Are you down or what?
You ainít got the time to mold another
Donít have the patience to teach
What simply canít be taught?
Or any of the isms
That we discuss
Canít dumb yaself down baby
Just to keep some broad
Maybe you need a couple of days
Maybe you to need to sit and contemplate
What all of this interconnectivity means.
I am not going to say that a connection like this only happens once
Yet, my life-force is doing something with you it has never done.
I can say
I would follow you wherever you go
I can say
I trust you with my heart
I can definitely surrender to you
I will give you my control
No baby all of it
I asked for a shift
Not knowing what was in store
I wanted honestly to become your
Behind closed doors whore
I want you †
Just the way you are
Yes baby thatís all you
Wouldnít want you any other way
Dude, funny thing is