Twist Us Twain
‘TWIST US TWAIN
O’ swift flying gentle Cupid
Piercing my sorrowful heart with love
Setting the pleasure precisely turgid
To woo my Queen like a princess dove
Without haste or delay of curious youths
But calculating the effects of the ploy
When her whispers fall soft as dust motes
Bringing widening ripples of calmly joy
Eyes shadowing pledges of complaisance
I foreseeing an approaching explosion of passion
In the premature detonations of allegiance
So genuine, my starved thoughts set in motion
Imprisoned in the asylum beneath her eyelids
To explore those lustrous pink-rosed lips
And a cocooned cone of soft warm ****
A diet in a hundred years I will daily upon hungrily feast
Even if the last chapter of my life death flips
I should know I died in the warmth of her breast.
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