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.