Love
Love
sounding sweet in gay paree,
filled the bag of sensuality,
sugar dad was saying gee,
cheque book i don't wanna.
This eventuality.
truer words were never thought,
catch an instance as it's sought,
love is fine unless it's bought
but life is entertaining. …. Thanks Lizzie
the will of the wisp, that comes sometimes,
that bringer of joy, for which the soul pines,
ah happy day, when love entwines,
when you are surely blest,
sometimes.
so i see why you can't tell me,
of love n sex n tranquility,
but it is perfectly normal still,
age is only, thoughts for dills,
eventually.
and love is blind attraction fills,
all needs electrifying
tangled weaving web deceiving,
finally get it right,
sliding on ya buttocks even,
what a leafy fright.....
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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