here lies, too, his lover still
doting from the daffodils
shrieking, hot and virile; shrill
caressing flesh she's soon to ****
so goes, whence?, the evening train
as she, longing to love again
lust as deep as sugarcane
howl at me between the rain
enter, now, the corpse of faun
carved from wet, unsightly lawn
lithe and nubile as a swan
murky eyes look further on
at last, rise from the netherworld
'round her fearsome finger curled
soul diffused and newly pearl
kissing the form you call a girl
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
here lies, too, his lover still
doting from the daffodils
shrieking, hot and virile; shrill
caressing flesh she's soon to ****
so goes, whence?, the evening train
as she, longing to love again
lust as deep as sugarcane
howl at me between the rain
enter, now, the corpse of faun
carved from wet, unsightly lawn
lithe and nubile as a swan
murky eyes look further on
at last, rise from the netherworld
'round her fearsome finger curled
soul diffused and newly pearl
kissing the form you call a girl
i never ever write rhyming poems ever but...i guess this one is sorta sweet
