tonight we parade; to a moonlight serenade even if it's, within... celebrate a charade is, uplifting; if pain fits your description saying her name's, just admitting pain is your prison; sustaining your comfort i'm saying i want her while under a cloud, raining; the thunder is banging, like jungles where concrete's the terrain & my hunger, for you is insane i'm not complaining; the way you are slaying this all goes without saying every class, you get an A in i'm just explaining; you are an amen my restitution, to praying my music, to sway in my excuse, to stay in i need you to say when, too much is too much shush, hush, enough of this mush; before i gush please allow us, to please our lust or at least, allow these, consonants & vowels to be your sees, lockets, & flowers believing in me now was, your moment of reckoning to question if, i'll ever grip your neck again; squeezing while easing in you, with repetition or simply pleasing you, with every sentence when ever you read it, you need it, to feed your senses before you breathe out, first breathe in there's weed in it; to free your tensions & so much of you & me in it you'll o'd in it; & release your yeses