How shall this time ammuse the monkey.
A movie perhaps, first, old way romance; without the wine or the dine.
Or the roses,
Or **** boxers,
Or the good cologne,
She dreams of.
I will look into her eyes, "Oh monkey".
I will seek what her soul desires,
Our eyes will catch,
And ****** a moment as boundless,
As the cloudless azure,
Well, then shall it be.
To leave each scene,
To the hand of time,
To weave as per desire.
But I do promise,
Monkey shall have to sweat a little
No, I won't give easily,
Monkey will have to make moves.
Monkey tricks.
Monkey licks.
Monkey tease.
Monkey kiss; my neck
And maybe I will give in.
Apr 9, 2023
Apr 9, 2023 at 11:47 PM UTC
How shall this time ammuse the monkey.
A movie perhaps, first, old way romance; without the wine or the dine.
Or the roses,
Or **** boxers,
Or the good cologne,
She dreams of.
I will look into her eyes, "Oh monkey".
I will seek what her soul desires,
Our eyes will catch,
And ****** a moment as boundless,
As the cloudless azure,
Well, then shall it be.
To leave each scene,
To the hand of time,
To weave as per desire.
But I do promise,
Monkey shall have to sweat a little
No, I won't give easily,
Monkey will have to make moves.
Monkey tricks.
Monkey licks.
Monkey tease.
Monkey kiss; my neck
And maybe I will give in.
Request permission to use this poem