Wild----

I want to scream a little louder, bend a wee bow.
Be that woman that has been secret in reveal.  She is not clear headed, she is just plain wild.

I hold her so close, she has been biting to be let free and set obligation dependents and fearful mom/pop on their demand plane.
Destination, go slow down to our Jill Scott groove.

Woman wild, Inner mule.
The hee ha loud knee jerk that pummels to the soul of no win.  But win.

I punch and pray that someday there will be less stubborn and a lot more love for....
For you say I.  Telling us to make time to steer clear of quakes that produce a fuse short and for-nada-truth.

Mule-work-mule work for a poke and not a prick.
Mule Mama you be that un-pretty pretty back-bone of farmer hope and dream.

You carry more than 1000 men seen.

Woman be wild.
Me be wild so I can find restful mule-day-off mild.