Lying next to you, is all I’d rather do.

Naive to the clues of when I have the blues

Preparing for our two’s, our beautiful little boo’s.

Sometimes conflicted & confused on which Spiritual powers to use

But my Love do I have news.

I’m swooned by your care.

I love the way you count my moles and run your fingers through my hair.

In public, so obsessed by my eyes as you stare,

So big and fluffy; my personal Papa Bear.

Oh baby, please rise,

To the event of this pleasant surprise

Grab my hips and rub my thighs

Beloved is preparing us for an abundant ride.