With a body so fine and rare
You must login to vote
like a lover who comes afresh
with a glow that's both bright and fair;
and lovely in her fine, fair flesh;
she sways me so with not a care
as we slowly combine and mesh.
With expert skill that's hard to find
as deft and not so innocent
(and with her hand and unchaste mind),
she quells my rising discontent.
As she soothes (me) closely from behind,
she feels strong and not impotent.
With focus and matchless power
she peers into my fettered soul
and frees me from my iron trousers
which crush my sex and member whole.
And within the fulsome hour
I'm under her swift, sweet control!
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."