I’ll never forget last night. Us role-playing, You pretending to be Jean Grey Discovering exactly what I wanted by just reading my mind It was evident too that you wanted something, Something mind-blowing, Something spiritual, More or less a psychic connection. But there I was, Wolverine, an animal letting my hormones get the best of me In that tight yellow spandex thong Squeezing the hell out of my balls just the right way That same way that they use to make fresh Florida Orange juice I must have lost Because you screeched, “Get the hell off me!” Before I realized it. Weapon X had evolved into Weapon XXX. That was the very moment you rebelled against me like Rogue Fleeing the bed Flying out of the fiery passionate inferno about to explode Yet, all the while you were escaping, I could tell there was something in eyes that labeled me dangerous That told me I was Gambit and you didn’t want to leave Before you had a chance to experience my powers Taste my tongue, And absorb my spicy Creole dialect into you to make it your own Unfortunately your alter ego storm was the one in control She knew the true me She could recognize from the get go I was evil Just another Magneto using my evil power to take over the world And undo your metal zipper And so it began The hell that hath no wrath like a woman 150 mile per hour winds of rain, sleet, hail, and snow That slung and pinned to the wall. After seconds later the winds withdrew back into the sky A calmness drew over the room Evidently the blow had knocked me back into my senses And I finally woke up, Woke up the real me, Woke up Iceman, The type of brother who would share his love Rather than give his woman a cold shoulder The type of brother who wouldn’t rest unless his woman was satisfied The type of brother who wouldn’t quit until he could make chills run down her spine.