1900
1
I enjoyed the house is not a home until U call a woman your own,
Aside a partner, all the battle warlock had was a premiere of a new phone,
Knowing I was reeling, the room was her omen that knew the question to the next lane,
Bombarded by traffic, all I had to do was pick her up as it came,
Subdued by the assistant, the highway boards insisted the exit was next to leave,
In this summer heat passion, I was torn in between,
Heavily the clothes became the armor of our rights,
Undressing the shell into a very robust night.
