Fading Poem by Ray Springer

Going and fade to Black don't blink because you just might miss me
Miss me miss me i can't believe you split b
Its been eight minutes since the news i'm Mr. Ripley
Fighting off the feeling softer than the touch
Your lips your eyes concealing your vault you must avouch
Slow in indian motion your fingers bring the ocean
Your body holds the key and your bites set off explosions
You're further than my reach i have to swim cause i can't stand
You're my forbidden fruit packaged by Uncle Sam
In spite that i have tased inspite of being bad
That question is always dreaded 'mama so what's the plan'
So i guess its eazy going for now my studmuffin, my baby, my forbidden fruit
It is what it is....yuh eh vex doh
WHOOT WHOOT!