to Becky
There is no equal to she
who’s stung my heart like a bee
que hermosa eres tu?
I’ve fallen hard for you
my heart sliced open for thee
Curves so deep, so lush
coated in this crush
I have been hexed
by those lines convexed
and intoxicated by this rush
And there is no finer to hold
none made, none dreamt of, nor sold
her shape caresses my hand
her spine, it guides me and
as one we will grow old
With balance her maker has blessed
flat belly, exquisite full chest
a spirit that won’t break
an edge they’ll never take
my eyes are blind to the rest
1095 degrees
has dropped me to my knees.
her fire, now shelter, not dull
I trust her with my soul
a campanion through hell with ease
Oh and this woman she’s stout
she begs to be thrown about
stropped in sin
by hot steel within
that’s what Becky’s about
And she’s MY valentine
smooth ,stripped bare to shine
this passion released
her beauty unsheathed
longs for my Becker nine.