who sent you?
I wasn’t struck with an arrow
But shoot am I beginning to
CHew on my lip cause its
Funny when I let myself sip
On a potion not normally brewed
Or a streganona pot stewed
Guess I get scared cause
You’re the kind I catch I
Could see myself holding onto
Even up and through you
Not knowing what to make of this
The way you want to teach me
Fills me with a bliss I really
Haven’t felt from another kiss
by the ivory rose