Mama

                                  I saw a woman walking down my street, with grace so beautifully carefully.  

she's a big and pretty mother swinging her handbag back and forth 

so joyfully she's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper.  

give me a big mother, huge and loving one, i can crawl upon a cling to, a large 

woman, 

warm and cuddly wet lady, strong mother.  

she's walking down the street, in front of my window whistling funky tunes in 

the ears of my neighbours.  

give me a big mother, one that would always want me.  

hot embracing mother, i can crawl upon and cling to you can't be safer can't be 

more secure 

than with a breast in each palm, thats the way i was born and thats the way i 

want to die.  

give me a big mother, soft and wet one, that would caress me in all those 

special places.  

where's a strong mother, one that squeezes me, one i can crawl upon and cling 

to?