The Red-Bird and the Taurus

The Red-Bird and the Taurus

I view the red-bird
and see it fly
I lick my girl
until my mouth goes dry
I hear the cardinal
call unto it's mate
I need to come
but choose to wait
The bird sings to me
But I do not understand
The woman touches me
with her loving hand
The bird is my messenger
The girl has my heart
When I move on down the road
The bird, girl and I
will have to part

Jimbo
3-28-99
(2:25AM)

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