Made out of chocolate
Looks just like shoe shops
Eyes reflect money like
Gold coated dewdrops
Always stands tall and is
Never diminished
Gorge on his body then
Moan when he's finished
Monday 14 February 2011
Friday 11 February 2011
An Answer to Sonnet XVIII
Why compare to summer's storm
Of humid heat and sudden rains
When darling bud goes flat and warm
And stench is leased from city drains
The yellow eye burns ozone layers
This sunburn's giving me the ache
A cooling wind blows through our prayers
"She don't suit shorts for heaven's sake"
Will these clammy days not fade
Or showers drown and wash away
I cower hopeless in the shade
While most put flesh out on display
And though my passion burns like fire
You don't compare to summer's ire
Of humid heat and sudden rains
When darling bud goes flat and warm
And stench is leased from city drains
The yellow eye burns ozone layers
This sunburn's giving me the ache
A cooling wind blows through our prayers
"She don't suit shorts for heaven's sake"
Will these clammy days not fade
Or showers drown and wash away
I cower hopeless in the shade
While most put flesh out on display
And though my passion burns like fire
You don't compare to summer's ire
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