Bhí a blithe eitneacha (Her ethnic blithe) old irish tongue

i.

Her ethnic blithe

Maketh me high;

I tasteth her nectar

And goggle her lithe.

ii.

I nestle neath

And inside her mind;

sultry, indulging

Silked so fine.

iii.

She is mine bower

In noontide tower;

She is mine hour

Filipino flower.

iv.

Fullsome In yore

In kingdom's of galore;

Mine Reyna, mine manliligaw

Mine kaluluwa, mine amour'.

©Brandon nagley

©Lonesome poet's poetry

©Earl jane dedication

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