I can’t wait to dance

To slowly glide my hands

Up the front of your dark pants

To lock you in with a trance

As you watch me prance

Seduced by the glance

Call him my “Old Mans”.

Because he’s so mundane and hardcore

Divine Masculine

Feminine pure

Into my world,

He had to be sure

Knowing he would have to release the past

& Oh man, for sure.

I would love to continue to grow

To allow things into our life

That natural flow

Carrying your child

That natural glow

Told me to hold on,

I’m never letting go.