Grab me,
pull me close hard to your chest.
Sweet and supple nothingness,
fill it, with your alone man emotion.
Raw, and sweaty, hard and mean.
Reach down deep and mix with me.
Engulf the bitterness of woman,
the loneliness, of age,
and immerse into the depths of
you and I.
Can you be the him,
that can handle the job?
Are you an artist who will paint me
in crimson, and yellow.
Or are you the plumber with the vice grips,
that can unscrew even the tightest of pipes.
Maybe you are the carpenter with the tool belt,
hammer, nails, with lots of respect. Gonna Rough Frame her
make her ready for the restoration.
I need,
what? heck I don't know.
Grab on hold tight,
there is a storm brewing,
Catrina destroyed everything and
even right now there is a vacant lot.
With just a foundation.
Grab my ass and hold on tight....
cuz i need , heck what I don't know I need.
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