When ivory eyes look up at me, they’re sunken my love, I gaze down to a dozen roses sewn into my legs give me your hot flash, like a woman’s retribution for her sins how Mary is my savior, but know I only pray for your approval. I put myself out here, for this? the skylines, the honeyed bridge, of our young lover’s garden that always gets me tingling in the summertime, when you lay on my hands; flatly pressed centre-ville, with contrast and curves and symmetry you smell of cold cream and diamonds, blessed be my findings of a strong godly woman, she's dominating my world.