Wing's Beneath My Feet
This women in my home argues why I leave her so-much along.
Together she say, the two of us should make the weakest link in
the chain strong (relationship). "but she's all along". The bird's
chirping as the sun awaken and stretch forth its arm as another day
creeps through the curtains and not one word is spoken. "This stran-
ger in my home". Whoe, I guest - I-guest silent is the proper thing
to do, don't say nothing to me, and I want say nothing to you.
But I break's the ice and reach for her hand, she stubborni-
ily pull-away and storms out of the room, I'm confuse and now I'm
angry, "You men's just don't understand", is the response she say's
to me, cann't talk to this stranger in my home, "but she's all along".
I head-out the door for work, not to be such a jerk. I leave her a
note to meet me after work. at a nice cozy lil restaurant secluded so
we can talk. I arrive there first, then she walk's in looking so sexxy,
my whole head spins, (she's) looking this good can not be a sin.
We rap and we talk, this stranger (my wife) were once there were
danger of never seeing her again-now after a few drinks and the pro-
blem becomes vaguily clear, we toast to communicating, and sometimes
two people will not alway's agree on the same thing. Touching each
other's hands-looking into her eye's, she's wearing a very provocative
dress that clearily has awaken this man. Talking is refreshing and I tell
her, your perfume smells aahhh soooo--sweet, now at home we stop and
began Kissing, and together we floats-on to heaven. "With Wing's be-
neath my feet's".
Copyright © John Streeter | Year Posted 2010
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