

Will you be my man, I mean my fan?


Something about a man who loves his woman..
Or does he treat his woman like his other women
Does he go to a lake?
To see her bikini; to see her topless
Does he look over his shoulder?
And he whispers to her under his breath
She hears nothing but the ripples in an unforgiven land
She twirls around and she swaddles,
Herself in her long praying hands
She gives him sin
And he preys from within
He let's her go into the water
He shapes her only mind
So when she springs back from diving under
Her throws her back in
As if she hadn't learned her lesson.
The more he shelters her mouth
The deeper her wounds round
She moans when she can't breath
Under water
But she's only up to her knees
Still without a doubt
She walks further into the water
In hopes that he notices her
When the tides swallow her in
By its mouth when there's no crashing its waves
To express the somber; to feel a slight touch from his lips to her skin.
A dam that saves her from suicide
When she was drowning from his den.