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.
