POEM

Start

Baby

Your hands on my thigh

Don’t mind if you pry

Just don’t lie

To my tender heart

So serious and then

Lovely at art

Our love is the start

With your hands on my hips

Us lips to lips

Baby don’t slip

Just hold it tight

Loving you all night

Past the sunrise and day

We don’t have to do anything

Just stay

We can spend it the way

Doing our thing

Like friends and lovers with rings

Your love makes me sing

Off key

Perfectly imperfect that’s

You and me.