I shall be standing there,
head tucked,
lips pursed,
limbs tight,
eyes bright
and promises of dew
I have for you
essentials of myself,
and like a sensuous elf
you hold me close,
your thighs now cradle mine
and rivulets find ways
to run for countless days
into my soul,
I into yours.
You give
and I will gladly take,
for you were made
and I was thought
to be your spirit
and I’d be
the red erythrocytes,
the genuine love
and what will be
the final touches,
do love me?
No answer, found by crooks.His head, now crashed and burnedwrapped up in yellow straw,devoid of solemn seedsthus doomed by ancient law,entangled by old weeds.It seeped, like pale, spare blooduntil the Gods convened.And just like Elmer Fuddhe never knew his fiend.
if my wish were a high-flying horseyou can guess where its rider would be.I would bring you a blueberry piebaked with berries from (yes) my own patch,as you know certain blueberries flythough for wishes they can’t be a match.I would ask at the village policefor the shop that sells heavenly creamall I want is a…
And stocked his car with beer and food –in minutes he was in the mood.As you may know, the Autobahnbrings out in vehicles the brawn.No limits to the foot of leada big mistake – and you are dead.After the Pass, the Autostradahe overtook a coughing Lada,then blasted into Italywhere winds are warm and thoughts are…
A doonah soft as vulvar velvetbookcase in case you want to shelve it…(I mean the book on perfect sex)(sometimes these books will put the hexon those who follow the instructions)and talk about a neat seduction,four pillows, European styleperfect for propping pelvis whileone laps there in pure luxurythe fragrance of felo-de-se,a feather, soft from Mother Goosefor…
like Doktor Faustus wearing robes, a modern Czar,you make me shiver as I feel the secret dew.As for myself, I did enjoy the lustful toneof sagging springs inside the mattress as you drummed.I say that Phallus, then as rigid as a bonewould hear the farewell of Carmina as she hummed.The song of honeysuckle, as it…
Was there a single cowardor were they all like me?La Liberté, they sang,as bullets from those Mausersbrought their own deadly welcome.What if they gave a wara question full of logic,and not a single soulwould show his frightened face.
