She is, I am, We are...... Us

She is the tick to my tock. She is my clock. I am her rock. I am the reason why she smiles. She is the reason for my style. She is my hot sause. And I'm the one that keeps her mild. She is the laces to my kicks. I'm the final credits to her flicks. 

I'm the reason why she switches when she walks. Cuz she knows i love the way her ass moves. She the reason why my shirt is well pressed because she loves the way it sits on my chest and she thinks it's so smooth. 

Shes the spokes on my bike. The bump in my night. The gloves in my fight. The reason why there are no clouds on my flight. I provide the milk in her tea. The leaves on her trees. The rubberband that brings her back when ever she feels like she needs to leave. 

The brush to her make up kit. The person she makes up with. Tells her Shes gorgeous when she has her wake up fits. I'm the person she wakes up with. She is the knife to my fork. She is the batman to my robin. She is my superfriend. My wonder twin. My super woman whenever there is a problem. 

She is, I am. We are,  us. I am the reason why she can trust a man. Im the one that understood why she can't.  I'm the reason why she screams n rants. I sit back and look at the cup in her pants. 

She is the reason for my words. The reason for the sign. "do not disturb"
She is the reason why pants are pressed with a crease. Because she loves a well dressed man to say the lease. 

She is, I am.... Past lust. All trUSt 
Without She or I, there is no us. 
She is.... I am. 


Patrick W H