I’ll live with you and be your love
But countryside just won’t behoove
I’m urban, yo, I’ll need some grime
A dildo or your cock to climb
We’ll sit on rocks? I’m sure you jest
A settee please, it’s for the best
Hey nature boy, you’ll hear my words
Or are you lost among the birds?
The roses no, the choc’late yes
Or is your prize a slipshod guess
A kirtle? What? Have you read Elle?
Your swagger is just too darn swell
A gown? Well, where’s the swimsuit sir?
How fare the lambs who lose their fur?
If cold, I hope your heater works
Cause slippers aren’t the best of perks
The straw does scratch, the ivy too
Just grant a credit card from you
And then the pleasures we may prove
But chill with all these words of love
© 2005, Edward Champion. All rights reserved.