A Deeply Personal Poem

Some years ago, during a difficult point in my life, I wrote a poem so deeply personal that I have trouble sharing it with the rest of the world. It has great significance for me - I read it to my lovely wife before I proposed. I also read it, tearfully, at my mother's funeral last year.

I feel I am now ready to share it with people other than close family and friends. In some ways, I feel almost like a piece of me will die when let others read it, but I don't feel I can keep it inside for ever.

It is untitled, and I hope you can find it in your heart to understand some of the feeling behind it.

Girl
Your booty is so round
I just want to play around
Let me take you one more time
I won't stop until you're mine
But if I cannot be with you
Maybe I could have a taste
Put your arms around me girl
And your kisses on my face

Girl
Your booty is so fine
I won't stop until you're mine
But if I cannot sleep with you
Maybe I could have a taste
Put your nany on my tongue
And your booty on my face

boom boom boom
Let me hear you say way-oh

Way-oh