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