My Polish Queen
She smile at me and my good looks appear
Her teeth beautifully arrange in the same bright and white of eyes
She make her curvy walk on the street, and her untainted pensiveness transform the place to the street of gold
Her steps signal an aura of confidence which diffuse as a scent of a moving angel
Her smiles air out a soul connect of delirious desire
The earth and heavens are in awe of her empirical reality
Her aura of beauty illuminate the entire masculine cycle
Who is that man that passes by without exhilarating and distracted by this unusual earthly Aphrodite
Yet she bends only into my ceiling and my little slipped into her yields a melodic moan
Oh I can hear—–the earth so exclaim!
Yes! They can hear me say—–she is my polish queen
The earth stood still and glanced at how I fix my hands to hers,
As we both exhale alluring romance
The flowers sing and dance, oozing their scent, giving her many ovations at a smear of her lion
The wind blows bending tall trees to smile at her
Her beauty covers the earth and love rain plentifully
Her gentle soul soften the sun not to be cruel on earthly creatures
I can hear the birds tweet my name to her
Yes! She is my polish queen…
The birds sing to accord her walk into my arms
Oh! The heavens declare that she is a desire of every man, but her heart beat for one
Yet my thigh wriggles to her and my sweat plant a seed in her
Yes! I can hear her say ……..I’m your polish queen
Alas! The earth prostrate, the heavens triumph,
As I declare ——-she is my polish queen.
for lovers all over the world
Copyright © Michael Edison | Year Posted 2016
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