Category: Boblimptock

A woman of iron and brass …

A woman of knives and glass …

A woman made of tissue and chess …

She might be named Bess.

Not some lukewarm velveteen,

but a woman that shakes her fist at God, with passion.

She’s okay with pizza, but doesn’t want you to hear her fart.

She walks with pride,

a sexy stride,

and if she lies about her former lovers? – she does so to protect your pride.

I need a woman that can outshoot me,

and out love me.

Her body is shaped like some beautiful ocean,

islands and eddies …

Shoreline from the mountains of her busty-ness,

to the hidden valley ranch.

I want the cave-girl vibes,

with a job that pays …

I want to take care of her,

but she doesn’t need it.

She’ll build a cabin, just for us …

We’ll grow crops and harvest the beast …

Our love will run deep.

She won’t sell her juice for yeast.

SHE will be demure,

but with fists to match her passion.

She will be dignified,

with a .357 for any man that tries to TAKE from her.

She will be smart, but not a showoff …

And when she sees pain, she’ll be the healer.

I need a woman who knows the Lord in Heaven rules,

but she’s not afraid to be my whimsical lover.

I want a woman who is NOT afraid to be slutty,

in private,

when the doors are closed.

I need a woman who is NOT afraid to be fierce,

in public, in the wilderness,

where the monster lurk.

I need a woman who will wear jeans and boots,

and stand watch on the tower,

and wear a flower,

for love.