by FlyingDragon » Wed Sep 26, 2007 7:24 am
"Seven Refractions"
Love is like a never-ending vow.
How many times must I forgive her,
For time is like a river;
Its aquifers silently flow hither and thither through her libido.
Needles press along a tattooed drumlin cracking her hot fissures,
Measure her seismic responses with an affiance of romance connecting to her breast;
Oh she can caress you in that death dance of a liquefied giver.
As her eyes softly close to surrender her parting lips to a press of heated branding ,
Standing tall like a marble spar erected as a monument to her beauties demanding.
Hot breaths flows from compressed nostrils exhaling the pungent smells of her perfumed quivers,
She delivers a cure for that lure known to be an addiction to an incurable affliction;
When a man is in love he lusts that last syllable of her moans.
She becomes the throne of everything that has meaning in his life's serenity,
All other amenities are just frosting on his beauties mysteries;
History records that often conquerors will see a woman as being the highest prize.
Their tantalizing mystery brings majesty to the most common man's home,
Comb the earliest records of mankind and you will find that a woman's seed is what makes that castle atone;
A drone would lead an army in charge in order to protect his queen's bone.
It seems a known enchanted castle is nothing without a damsels caress,
Any dragons quest deprived of a woman's curves is never written in stone;
Deserving a treasure that can't be measured in earthly value.
Her exquisite form is not chattel taken in battle,
For no man would engage the courting of a womanly queen without a mind to find her thyme;
With seven refractions of a female form born to inflame and drive a man insane with unquenchable desire.
He longs to sire arcane angels of this dimension,
Her intentions are to please him with laments befitting one who must leave her even for a moment;
For in their marriage bed his kingdom is her pasture tied to his meadows horizontal atonement.