Mama

I saw a woman walking down my street, with grace so beautifully carefully.
shes a big and pretty mother swinging her handbag back and forth
so joyfully shes 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.
shes 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 cant be safer cant 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.
wheres a strong mother, one that squeezes me,
one i can crawl upon and cling to?