Nothing Else From One Through Nine Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Its gotta be love...
When she shows it,
He knows it.

Its gotta be love...
When he shows it,
She knows it!
And nothing else from one through nine.
She knew the man was her's and fine.
And he knew how to blow her mind!
They did it when they did it,
And it was most of the time

Its gotta be love...
When she shows it,
He knows it.

Its gotta be love...
When he shows it,
She know it!
And nothing else from one through nine.
She knew the man was her's and fine.
And he knew how to blow her mind!

They spent a lot of butt naked kitchen time.
And spent their lives loving,
Not whining and crying.

Its gotta be love...
When he's tired,
She's there...
Preparing to massage he's back.
He's feet!
Posterior too,
Then lay upon him to sizzle,
Until a kiss...
Or two meets.

Its gotta be love...
Correctly,
He appears...
When he hears her troubles begin.
He's there like a man.
The man he had been and still is.
Standing confident.
As if heaven sent!

Its gotta be love...
When she shows it,
He knows it.

Its gotta be love...
When he shows it,
She know it!
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
'Cause none like them had a better time.

Its gotta be love...
And nothing else from one through nine.
'Cause none like them had a better time.

Its gotta be love...
And nothing else from one through nine.
'Cause none like them had a better time.


Its gotta be love...
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.
And nothing else from one through nine.