Merry Jane
My soul and my spirit conforms to her love
Her story of my love for her is a worthy one
The one true friend of mine
On my white dress she lies humble
I met her through Mitchell
She clung to him so firm and bold
When she came to me with smiles
Her fragrance made me think otherwise
I took my time to undress her soft skin
As I caressed her flesh with skill
I laid her on my virgin white bed
I made her roll on it with ease
O my Merry Jane our love consumed by a light up fire
As I tried to save her in hailing her beauty through my mouth
I kissed her till I felt her pains on my lips
I held her with the tip of my finger dodging her burning dress
Deep down in me she gives me reason to live
She is my best friend
She can be a whore
But she lives you wanting her more.
Dedicated to Merry Jane my green leave of wisdom created by God.
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