The Treasure that is Treva
Nothing compares to the treasure that is Treva
No underestimating fate when it comes to Pleasure.
I might be talking forever, I find this girl super clever
Not a soul does it better, the time is now or never.
Her style is leather and feathers and if she changes direction
She’s a proper showstopper winning Prom Queen elections
Her sense of humor’s infectious so I establish a Nexus
An addictive bowl of golden grams, I’ll spoon her for breakfast
So my confession is this: Looks like we’re destined to kiss
I won’t lessen your bliss, unless there’s a lesson I missed
I’ll make your tongue do the twist, the tempo timing’s a tryst
I’m diving deep in Treva’s temple driving wood like a titlist.
A competition finalist, shining bright like a gold medal
Sleep on a golden pillow. Achievement is Soul-Level.
Several miraculous meetings brought us into a fellowship
Now we pleasure each other’s minds like massaging heads.
I need someone to triage my emotional wounds
Before I’m floating in tombs like a ghostly buffoon
My life is mostly consumed by love from midnight to noon
So I politely excuse feelings, a heartless cartoon
Ego inflated balloon, I’m high like Macy’s parade
And in case you’re afraid, I promise that you’ll always be safe
There’s no time to waste, your Alice late for an important date
So of course I wait, because you’re so much more than sorta great
Must’ve been a stroke of fate, a little dash of lady luck
I pray the lord my soul to take, if she’s not there when I wake up
Our eyes should meet each other’s when the covers overtake us
Built a natural foundation, so we’ll never need to makeup
So I guess that places us, among the masses of tragic lovers
You’re my Gibson I’ve got you’re back just like I’m Danny Glover
No need to fret, my fingers caress up the Stratocaster neck
Creating beauty, my call of duty won’t be my last regret.