#Woody #Strictlymakinmusic #2020 #Scotland #Stirling #Scottish #Poetry #Poet If she's asking my dreams, Seemless or so it seems Seems Some would say A birthday suit, It's like Christmasday But I'm cover in soot Too get the loot I'm a flute She likes to play Was always told To check the water with my toe But I'd always use my foot I Taught her To check the flow So she knows there's no dispute Shes a beauty I love to make her glow She wears her darkness Like a dress Guess it makes her happy Some days she's glued to the sun Other days she runs To the shadows Like shes vampire inspired But I'm Afraid I love it what she becomes In the Seconds she secums biting my neck Exciting procept It's a process I'm in depth with, Concept I'm deeper than the grave I will fill But Sometimes it's a thrill Other times I feel like a broken slave In a smugglers cave Full of beautiful jewels More gold than I can hold Be a rich man if I was brave But I believe I do as I'm told I behave Why am I so cold? Always giving out my jacket Anything I can hold? Losing my place To keep a space for you keep her in good grace My cheeky imagination Trace her cheeks Her face Beautiful Incase I didn't tell you Hope i cheer her up When she's blue What a guy to do? When I've two eyes too Steps to get there Call it a stair It's a like dare Brought on by her orange hair Fair in the sun But when night comes Might be right to run Cause she Will eat me will I meet her Or will ill eat her Treat her like meat Take her power Devour Shes a pretty flower Savour it Make it last hours Lust, I trust is Like a hunger Hanging from the place I hung her for hours Smile on her face Beautiful melodies Sung by her Lace on her skin Every touch shes breathing in When she arrives, I'd like to tell her "I like the clothes your going to be leaving in So we are on the same page, I Dont judge book by its cover But I do like to look at her as my lover" Small difference in age Shorter soon I like nights But I feel like I'm consumed By the light of the moon All these falling stars, And I never make a wish For my self Feel like the fairy godmother Who changes a pumpkin To a carriage With a wand swish But it's not cheap magic trick What catogary am I falling in ? Can I speak to ghosts? Or am I a fraud? I found my own God in the nothingness So I guess everything I do is to impress you Knowledge in my mind Is yours If you share mine ? Could be a cheap rhyme? Or a treasure map to find The cave of gold? Guess you'll see my true colours When I'm old And time will behold If I managed to buy back my soul