Cobweb Full of Desires
From the gate of the zip it sure will poke
cos a bare in gown saps all aeration
this jinx of self made lust isn’t a joke
fine legs can put him into commotion
sees her ins like a wool in fair mix’d coke
then the eyes stay put to this diversion
as the mind rots in the mud it is soaked
her head to toe in view for selection
the hand will love to slap a rear when near
he sees all not to be seen from a pear
and puts the mind to an aged long wear and tear
in each pump, some rise emit to blow
so much heat even amid much snow
his open face gets down to stay that low.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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