Ride ÔEm Cowgirl
I am the one
And you
Are the one
Who stands next to the one
And makes eleven
Or if you prefer
Roman numeral II
I see you
Over under around
Your disguise
Sexy beast
Could taste you like fruit
Fresh picked, plucked
Puckered
Warm. Juice. Skin.
Tomato, no salt
Barefoot summer day
Country grass
Blue sky high
Fluffy air going by
Butterfly say hi
Crispy apple pie
Lost in thoughts
Of losing it with you
Delirious
But very serious
Lost in thoughts of you and
Oh my God
If only Heaven
Could feel like this
Just a kiss
Does all this
To my nervous system
And for all my wisdom
I donŐt know
What to do
All I can do
Is try to stop myself
From going
All the way through you
And out the other side
You make me feel ready
For a wild ride
And not once
Have I been denied
Crazy baby, crazy
A girl could get used to
Being a manŐs woman
Given the opportunity
To shine
Sparkle
And glow
And for all my verbosity
I donŐt know
Exactly what to call
This sensation
This higher elevation
That you bring me to
Every time the phone rings
To me from you
A gift
Brings water to my eye
To think itŐs all mine
A rainbow over a waterfall
With parrots flying by
Why ask questions
When things be as they become
And you canŐt change now
If you worry about then
Wasted moments haunt
The halls of the subconscious
And make faded memories
Rise like zombies
To consume brains
Cause I swear
All I ever think about is you
I refer to you more often
Than I refer to myself
And thatŐs a damn shame
Every time I close my eyes
I see you
And me
Together or whatever
Making eleven
69 for the grown and sexy
Cause when youŐre grown
ItŐs sexy
And I just wanna
Get in and ride
by Empress Nzingha
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