Mary Jane and I fit like the proverbial glove,

She takes the heat of my flame,

And never each night makes me feel the same…

Some people do of us balk,

I have to “do her” where no one can hear us talk,

She smells so good even though she is quite green,

Better for me to, when she arrives, clean…

She does “come” most time having seeds,

She likes me wearing my surfer beads,

I hold her inside me for as long as I can heed,

Though I love Rene more, its just sometimes Mary Jane that I need…

© ed J 6/28/07