Thought provokes me to speak with you
It will not allow the read
A pleasure speak of a personal seek
That always satisfies me

What questions to ask are those my Heart
For my thoughts can go one of two ways
One a fuss on a pleasure you seek
Or one on a much deeper play

Which draws me to you
And the dark place that you play
Easy squeezie the thought makes me queasy
And I know you know what I say

Mr Dare Devil Dude
And I say that without the rude
In part of parcel that you play
Scare me not in the manner of that way

My mind says you wouldn't
But I know better than that say
I assure myself you couldn't
And then laugh that thought away

I hope this is wort me
Flipped on high velocity
And your just picky you
Pulling my hair to fuss about to