Whipped Like Potatoes

watching you plant new flowers you are still as beautiful as the ones in your hand you look back at me, and you know what i am staring at your mischievous smile makes me blush like always your love never changes....even with the progression of years, change, and age next thing i know, you put the flowers down and sashay over to give me the kiss we both know that we both want i pray for rain, but the sun shines brighter in defiance you laugh at me as if you know what i am thinking i say to myself....'aw, what the hell'....and walk slowly towards you, rub your ass, and begin to help you plant these here new flowers