Measure-by-measure
Word-by-word
Pleasure is pleasure
I herd the herd
Two or three in the am
He is a she
He said with a grin
Resembling a fist
Aimed at my face
Sculpted like David
Soft like grace
Losing my sin (Skin)
By way of cuddling
Alone and unaware
With hate in a cloud
Skiffin' about