A Beauty Is a Thing Erupt Desire
A beauty is a thing erupt desire
Lustrous of thousand ants arise
A fallen leaf no commands need from trunk
The water breath no practice of sink
The bawdy bald is sphere of lust and crave
Afresh and water lake around ants thrive
Mundane, by cry of fresh is clear crystal
amidst cactus a bald is wild petal
reflect a friend of sun in lake of bald
As clear as hands of Gogh and colour word
Let not the friend of sun float cre'ate glimpse
Let the bald clear silent to taste Orgasm
Dead notes of mus'cal box is fail the rhythm
The bald of Chaos music with rings make rhythm
Sound that never taste beloved of hands
With bald the beauty of lust beloved taste glands
Copyright © Hans Boyka | Year Posted 2020
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