Ceara, I, and Our Combined Awesome.

Ceara: youre hot sex?

Me: Every day? In the church courtyard? Under the burning cross? WIth our love on fire? I still have to write you a dirty poem.

Ceara: yes after sex i want no more love of you i hope it turns to ashes and i accidentally delete you from my friends page

Me: Isnt it that way with every realationship?
Sex then poof, like the pheonix, ashes!

So, I'll write you a poem, because I promised you one.
I'll accept no demands, my mission is one. (Cum, darling, Cum.)
Your voice is a clarinet, with a strong reedy blow,
And underlying promises, of what lay below. (Oh below, oh below)
I fear I must end this, As not many things rhyme,
But I'll find the underwear you lost, in time (In time, in time)

Ceara: you write songs ill play the demos and well sell them dealio?

Alicia: you think Im good enough to write songs?Can I sing? Or we can both sing!
Yes. that will work

.I'll write you a song
I know it'll be all wrong
But it'll come from the heart
And thats a start

The lyrics will be easy
Quite lewd and sleasy
But we get along
Yes, we get along

(chorus)
And I'll write you a tune
That you can take to the moon
In your little, yellow, spaceship
And we'll sing and we'll play
And we'll touch the day away
In your little, yellow, spaceship

You'll look towards the back
While I stare at your rack
And ponder the days gone by
As I fly, higher then high.

chorus

Ceara:sadly, i hummed along to that

Alicia: Sadly?

and how the humming went, say you?
I'll keep writing if it pleases you.
This rhyming thing, its a disease
It'll have me yet, on my knee's
With a gag in my mouth, begging it to stop
While three witches sit silently, stirring the pot.

Ceara: it went dadadadadadadadadadadadadada see?
perfect
and i used to love rhyming
youre inspiring

Alicia:
Inspiring, though I screwed up the last bit.
But alas, a tit for tat and a tit for tit? (:P)
I'll have to stow these away,
And we can look back on them someday
Though I do believe you own me one
You know, for making you cum.
A poem for a poem, A brief, for a brief?
Mixing languages is quite... unbequeath.
I dont know if thats a word, but I will say it is so
The first one to challenge me? My mortal foe.

Tada.