when the sun again do rise
O when the sun again do rise,
‘nd you with emerald eyes,
think not, of me, in ways kind; nah!!!
greet me as in throes; heeded greed perch’d
awin’ lecherous pine,
dip me amid rude imaginings, vile; yet fine.
think me ogre vying funsy peachy hind, or pig,
scoundrel even, lathering sweet pinkish chime.
O when the sun again do rise,
‘nd the sky had yet to surmise,
before the clock boom a cry, not in vague lye
nor spurn form’d pulsating stalk.
not in wholesome gown be robed; jazz-up racy talk.
if ne’er, do, when heat fills the bust,
unfettered lust dine, thus,
does truth of bliss cum, midst the two of us?
O when the sun again do rise,
‘nd you with emerald eyes, oh let’s not do find
exhaustion’s unclothed musk odd to us.
Copyright © David Maxoptimism | Year Posted 2024
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