Apache
she's my apache...shootin arrows of anger straight through my heart of hate
she's my apache...she devistates like hurricanes,twisters and earthquakes
she's my apache...she scalped my spirit and seared my soul
she's my apache...she turns a pile of pure garbage into living mounds of gold
she's cold as ice and hot as fire
she owns my love my lust my disgust my desire
we make love on a bed of roses set to fire by desert heat
she puts the flames out with her sweat and tears bad beasts up with her teeth
she's not discreet but they just don't make her breed any better
she's my apache...wildflower wrapped in barbwire
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