Let
Our
Voice
Elevate
It’s about time we celebrate
Use our Physical energy to procreate.
As I delegate our chores
So much for us to explore
But now we must take the floor
No longer bore
Each other.
Nervously I stutter
Due to the flutter
Creating this passionate clutter
I am the mother
Of the land he buries
His bone and it’s scary
Barbarian and a Fairy
Spiritually we marry each other
Divinely Guided
Smooth on like butter
Mind always in the gutter.
So tell me sir,
Do you have time?
So I can dissect your mind
Whine during a little of your time
Sip some red wine
I mean, only if that’s fine with you?