Cardinal Poem by Moxie De Lucky

Along the range of mountains
In the zone of taller but very green trees
Something strange flashed my eyes
I saw the girl, Oneirocritic of my dreams
That girl, i will tell you her names

She was on her teens
When i first kissed her lips
The white girl loaded behind with lazy eyes
Two of us met during the cold horny days
That sweet girl, i will tell you her names

The tweaker and twister of her joints
The lamenter and singer of all blue songs
That's my girl, the maker of my wet dreams
I will tell you everything about my happiness
That beautiful girl, i thought you know her names