Your Kind

The dearest donkey running down the hills of Zion, Hair on your body smooth and lofty, Just fury as horse tail, Beauty you hold in bounty, Outstanding when cowards slot drail, Complexion of you upheld in a day's bloom, Having you is a definite boon, Your toes covered with pearls filled with a drow, Lovely,...she's perfumed with the scent of alabaster, Quick to lick my eyebrow, Rush of a flowing water, It's melting down a spirit, Dreamt about paradise, I'm the Emperor,...you're the Empresss, You already know when I flex. That's when the light compress,