Horizons tracedΒ with trembling hands breathe darkest depths aglow bring pinkest rose to scarlet hues all innocence be thrown dew forming now on swollen bud sweet nectar old as time as shaking limbs cry out in bliss to you, sweet love of mine.
Or....
Rut me, **** me, kiss me, **** me take me on all fours throw my back against the wall then roll me on the floor Abuse me, use me, wear me out and make me scream your name then have a swig of bedside beer and do it all again.
This challenge was born of conversation, I prefer to write in a traditional style, so my buddy Ryan challenged me to write a traditional verse, with *** as it's theme followed by, as he put it, a translation. There ya go Ry! :-) x