It’s 1:16 on a cold rainy night

its 1:16 on a cold rainy night

and you kick me in your sleep,

Like you're looking for a fight.

so i roll to face you.

my thought: to taste you.

the way i slip my hand under covers is so graceful.

in the dark i find your waist

for a fingertip trace

until the Law of Love is followed

and you linger on my case.

i wanna see mountain ridges

by the light of day

so i clap two times so

i get a full display

of the most perfect summits

from which to plummet.

a marathon moving downhill,

i'll quickly run it,

as long as the destination

is that valley with a beach

with the tropical heat

and hot sand on my feet.

i plant myself next to your mango tree

and rub gently on your bark

with your juice on my cheeks

then after an explosion

i dig the mine deep

making sure the canary

continues to cheep.

for the pretty birdie

i'll sprinkle some feed,

as i invade your kitchen

to crush that need.

then your steamy pudding crater, with passion, erupts,

leaving banana, vanilla wafers, aftershocks and stuff......

lite brown from browntown