“DYING TO BE TOGETHER!” a poem. a.k.a.: “Inside Trader(s)!” August 24, 2018 – Friday!
I just love it when you make YUMMY sounds,
And-our-eyes-roll, juices-flow and my lover pounds,
AWAY – with abandon and prolonged breathing –
And – THERE ARE BODY PARTS, UPON WHICH WE ARE TEETHING,
And – the-blood-in-us-is-so-afraid -it GOES,
THAT THERE’S PLEASURE GALORE, which people tell us is wrong,
I just hear groans & sighs & squeals,
AND I JUST LOVE HOW ALL OF YOU FEELS,
And! I remember reading about one holy martyr,
With delectable tartar,
‘Cause she was a savory – and sexy vixen,
And the two of them – were into – stirrin’ & mixin’!
He would oft say: “There’s Heaven in your charms;
And, so, when I die, Honey – I’m dyin’ in your arms!”