I know she’s foreign land
She speaks another tongue
Singing with another band
But that woman bangs my drum.
Across the open seas
An East-West mystery:
We kiss as we please,
So deliriously.
Too much talk filling space
Too much mouth on her face
When a simple smooch
Is what rocks my caboose.
Give me rap while I nap
Sing to me in Swahili
Code your message in tap
But be my little filly.
Here’s a fleshly wisdom:
Poor communication
Yes, being deaf and dumb
Can make us feel as one.