Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
caligulas-exitPoems
At this point, I chase the white rabbit merely out of habit/ My, what big blue beautiful eyes she has. All the better to eat me with, my dear. And My, what lovely lips she has. All the better to see me with, my dear. And Those big swinging hips, All the better to ****** me with, my dear. And Her ringing voice in my ear, dissolves any fear. The tide ever rolling, rollicking into the beach As we are high, frolicking, into the undertow tide, to hide, from death inevitable. My, what hair, let down, wrung out, without a care, and through this tangled hair. My, death hath no sting nor fury, for a man such as this, me as it were, her love, oh my, is pure purgatory. Following the rabbit to the abbot, white wolf unknown, disguised in full habit. Like leading lambs to the slaughter/ Like leading lambs to the slaughter/ A love such as this, won in a bar barter. Reach beneath her dress, toss back the garter. . I beseech, I do not think it will land in my hand   And I will continue to chase the white rabbit, purely out of habit.
0
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
red, riding through the hood
At this point, I chase the white rabbit merely out of habit/ My, what big blue beautiful eyes she has. All the better to eat me with, my dear. And My, what lovely lips she has. All the better to see me with, my dear. And Those big swinging hips, All the better to ****** me with, my dear. And Her ringing voice in my ear, dissolves any fear. The tide ever rolling, rollicking into the beach As we are high, frolicking, into the undertow tide, to hide, from death inevitable. My, what hair, let down, wrung out, without a care, and through this tangled hair. My, death hath no sting nor fury, for a man such as this, me as it were, her love, oh my, is pure purgatory. Following the rabbit to the abbot, white wolf unknown, disguised in full habit. Like leading lambs to the slaughter/ Like leading lambs to the slaughter/ A love such as this, won in a bar barter. Reach beneath her dress, toss back the garter. . I beseech, I do not think it will land in my hand   And I will continue to chase the white rabbit, purely out of habit.
#love#poem#poetry#religion#nuns#abbot
caligulas-exit
Written by
caligulas-exit
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem