Stew on it for a while, she said
really rally in it
Feel it in your gut and ride it
For all you know this is all you'll ever feel
That serotonin uptake can really zombify
Really ******* fry
Nerve endings in head and gut
twist me up the spine
Possessed by duress
I wear it best
In every corner of my vessel,
a spectre resides
And rides and rides
and drives you away
She says it now, lets out a wild howl
won't let me dispel
O please let me now
but it takes the form of salt water
and pools in seafoam orbs
that soak it back in
returning to the swell

Don't dare to argue with a woman's intuition!
I mean her telepathic, liar-detecting capabilities. I mean sometimes you make her feel like she is on a mission.

You come holding flowers of peace, logic and love. Ignoring that sense that doesn't have a number. From the Guts of the ocean flooding. Your crashing waves and patterns, she can smell. Even if you're thousands of miles away. Or beside her laying the hay.

Man don't you understand? Dissing a woman's intuition is forbidden! Strictly when it has to do with other. Women.