Cheeky combination of a master with words
With a witty woman where intellect wonders
To succumb desire of succulent thunders
Yet maintaining hostage of sheltered hoods in herds

Chase away the demons, to find lovely housing
For a heart in warming and hands hardly roaming
But the inner man-child is hiding his foaming
As her beauty stuns him and her smile is rousing

Dare to say, connection, or the verdict is hung
As the sharing of tales, to a wondrous appetite
To moves on a dance floor, where hips don’t wriggle fright

As the highs are caressed into kissing with tongue
Towards separate homes, yet with second coming
Will this wacky combo, be newsworthy drummin