The drums in my head
just won't stop.
Playin' piano
like a criminal
helps me
go through all
this week's shit,
but there ain't no love
like the love you got
when she tells you 'good night'
and won't forget, even if
you forgot.
Hold your best-friends close
and your roommates closer,
'cause tonight we're flyin'
higher than a boulder
that I kicked off the mountain
of the grandest
of grand canyons
to say
that I hope we stay
fundamentally this way.
And she's a lot like Christmas,
puttin' magnets on the fridge,
and wouldn't you know it-
She really likes the Blue Ridge.
All my friends, they all like her,
say that she's good for me,
but let's be honest- Honey, baby,
it ain't no fun
without some heat.
Yeah, it ain't nothing
without the heat
from your hometown
that you saw in a dream.
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Erogenous & Emotional Verses
PoetryDo you like erotic poetry? Well, I do too! Wanna embark on this journey with me? (This also can get emotional.)