****
Slice of indelicate prose...
a vile, and ****** rose...
so crude, even rude.
Tis better to say....
Passions fiery release
sacrificed to Aphrodite's priests.
Lust's bouquet blooms,
scent of rapture's perfume.
I enjoy enticing you
with such flowery words.
But just this one time
might I end without rhyme?
Nor ****** airs
concealed with witty flare.
Tonight...
Maybe...
Possibly...
Can we just ****
© S.Loeding
All Rights Reserved
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
****
Slice of indelicate prose...
a vile, and ****** rose...
so crude, even rude.
Tis better to say....
Passions fiery release
sacrificed to Aphrodite's priests.
Lust's bouquet blooms,
scent of rapture's perfume.
I enjoy enticing you
with such flowery words.
But just this one time
might I end without rhyme?
Nor ****** airs
concealed with witty flare.
Tonight...
Maybe...
Possibly...
Can we just ****
© S.Loeding
All Rights Reserved
