talking to the viking king
formidable to many, but not to me
I've laid beside him & his insecurities
he calls me when he needs to speak
we lay a while & the truth is released
he seems so solid to all of them
but he shares with me, his lady feminine
I only come sometimes, when it's suitable for me
& I hush his lips when he speaks of what we could be
he may be a king, but not for this restless gypsy
I need water to swim & time alone with my whiskey
tell him I couldn't make him happy in the end
but against my will, he continues to contend
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