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 crowl upon

and 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,

that's the way i was born

and that's 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?