Tremble

You look at me

Like Im the answer to your prayers

But my kind of woman doesn’t pray

She just does what she say

Her religion is a sky shattering

Freedom from fear

But she isn’t afraid

To shed a tear

She rides the lightening

She can be a bit frightening

My nuts she is tightening

With her wrong rightening

She saves me from humiliation

Yet makes me humble

Her smile carries the distant promise

Of in the hay a tumble

She has lived more than a little

Has had the odd rumble

But knows how

To make a raspberry crumble

There are only a few such as this

I tremble before such a kiss

Povey 2014