It is romantic done by the bed,
not the bath,
not in the toilet in public,
do you feel?
I do, do you feel, am I your fuel?
Fill me up make me yours like an elf;
I will grant you yours, your loyalty,
Feel me, feel me, I will be yours
Fill me for nine months of the year,
might go to ten, fill
Fill me up in your Deoxyribonucleic acid
Fill me up, I will multiply, cells, atoms
Multiply,
I will give you fatherhood

© Archangel Lucas