My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

Mom and Dad don’t love you They’re already tuned To their own sweet song Fireflies in June You are just an extra

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free

I pour my heart into these prose Because I feel I need to go Into the darkness that will show What needs to surface from below

I know we have a special bond Because we can’t help get along Find pleasure in the naughty songs And all the rights within our wron…

I’m in the darkness You can’t intervene It’s just what I need For light to shine clean

I’ve lived, died, born, thrived So many times I’ve lost count So it stands to reason Our divine evolution Is the only thing that I care abo…

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt