She lays on the sheets, bed ridden, I fluff the pillows to comfort Her

She was that way all my Life, since I was coming up

In Her sleep, She enters a prophetic trance and We become symbiotic

Not to sound idiotic but She really gives me knowledge

Sometimes She bleeds and She ends up wetting the sheets

I try to cope, my Spirit wrestles with Me

So I stay clad in tights as I pass through life

I open the blinds so she can see a fresh flash of light

She says She isn’t used to loving the Asiatic type

But She knows my A’s and I aren’t quite as alike

Even if she lays down all the time, I’m not mad at all

For Her spent body and heart, I bring abundant pads and gauze

She’s stricken with Me, and the sparks light a Passion Fire

I’m the only one Man enough to satisfy Her

That’s how I know She won’t go with other men

I’m not talking about a girl, I’m devoted to my pen