Once there were tea ladies, with mystique,
Our morning thirsts, they did pique,
Broad of stern,
Trolleys of urns,
Lovely biscuits, sometimes cakes,
Morning pangs, they did slake,
Big happy smiles, tea lady's here,
Did we greet her with a silent cheer,
And by the way,
What was your name?
Where did you go to, bye,
Gone to make tea pots in the sky,
Once were tea ladies, with mystique,
Our morning thirsts, they did pique......

You **** lady
I'm sweating
And feeling butterflies
Inside those thighs

The things that I feel
Ain't inside these guys
I seek to earn
They learn to buy

So in that moment
I can look you in the eye
Know what I know
Let these things by

It was woven in times past now showing its
age. That which is but a shell ruptured as outside
lingers within its boundaries. No longer do the
footsteps of most enter upon its soiled floors.

An enduring piece least to time itself not holding on
to the years as unkind in its fractured form litters the
fallen carcass of wood and leather. But now upon this
deceased décor lingers beauty like fresh silken roses.

Hues of brunette like the nights sky glistening in the
essence of blonde radiance that shone on the features.
Both entwined in the possession of each others emotions.
Embraced in blissful acknowledgment of each others awareness.

They were dormant in essence but their hearts were beating
within each others embrace. Love was shown as fingers
were adorned with the notes of devotion, and as the essence
of light permeated through they became more entwined.

Tenderness was featured on each as she clung to the
repercussions of each's lust for each others needing's
had taken them. Each smiled unto the others distraction
and this old house that had at least lived for one more night.

You all single ladies
Might not know
How lucky you are

Yea! You heard me
LUCKY!

You got to learn
What being happy really means
When your happiness isn't up to
How your man treated you yesterday

You know what's your worth

You got to learn
What you deserve
From a man
Who hopes to spend
The rest of his life with you

Some people wish to turn back
The time to their single days
Really..

So I say,
   the chance of being single
is so **underrated

I watched a dream play itself out in front of me
My tears fell down and I screamed gleefully
The songs had whispered in my ears
While the ladies danced, their partners entranced

If all I have is thrown out of my room,
How will you recover what was taken?
How can you destroy what's broken?
Is this life meant for those who don't look?

I see white smiles, I hear loud laughs
He sits in the other room, playing, calling me to
Join him while he drinks a glass of champagne
He falls asleep before he dreams, calling me too
If life was fair, then he'd have hair
But I guess, we'll have to make do

This instantaneous vow you made is forgotten
Time slips through my fingers as I hold on
But the terror, and the horror comes crawling to find
All that Terror and Horror was meant to find
Beauty sleeps soundly on the pillow
Her weary head heaves with all that sorrow
Her own husband left her for a scarecrow
Pity he never waited till tomorrow

He shares his gifts with all his children
They despise him for leaving sooner
He wishes he had a time-turner
Pity he never lived longer

As he walked through the cities and glanced at the skies
He noticed that God doesn't like to cry
and that He would take him, when it was needed
Pity that it was not a necessity

He sat with his mother at the back of the theater
They watched a show which rarely showed
And the medieval King slaughtered his own
Pity the living, because the dead is doing fine
Pity the old man who was left behind

Women i love you for your boisterousness 
and softness too, harshest lighting
notwithstanding 

You are poems of poems of poems
in moonlight beneath crimson moons
encouraging mystery

Women your sanguinary allure holds
me never but your pernicious sorrows
are as captivating as ever

You are goddesses and ****** and archetypes
all the same from salon to Wal-Mart
to the Barnes up the Parkway to the Zoo

Wymyn you are ***** on bykes leather
lesbian jackets and caresses of chains
silent cervixes smattered and schmeared 

Ladies your parts are none of my business
and my love's too Western for that nonsense
but I wish them all good health and plumbing 

Listen sisters, allow me some gravy
for respecting the curvature without
ever needing to ride like Sally into orbit

Your ******* are thousands of temptations
to many men but I'm only enamoured
by your foreign policy experience

Women you know how to know what's what
and make yourselves muses and heroines 
perfecting heterosexual enchantment forever

Hey ladies let's be friends and not so secretly
plot for you to really start conquering the world,
ok?