Passion Like My Feel of Jazz
Poetry and lines,
Wine and mines,
War stories and their lies,
Ladies and size,
My palm wine drinkard friend anid his love for fresh strong wine,
My heathen friend's love for angry roasted swines,
My parson friend and his love for holy ties,
Deep blue skies,
Hot chilli pies,
Warm words spoken as sweet holy lies,
Our passion cries,
See how time flies,
Your sauce and fries,
My throat pries,
I dont know what surprise you wish to present to me as my ultimate prize,
Our foreplayed delay... your emotion compiles,
On me your honour and styles,
Reopening your memoirs and files,
Your animal throes they did hear from miles,
Cannibal blows our waists and smiles,do lets sit awhile,
Our hot breathe alike,
Maybe to take you for a wife,
Or off my life,
Or smile at your strife,
Or mock your sweet laugh,
Or cease to hold to her lovecraft,
Passion,her signs and wonders on her I design,
Compassion,raw passion,satisfaction and her warm smile from her i resign.
You fleet,across my view,
I wait, I sit and its same you I defeat,
How do I tell you as we beat time,
Caught up in these times of bliss like madgoats do we bleat,
Questioning eyes is there something you see?
My charm and smile is there something you miss?
The tingle in our flesh our bodies it heats,
Nearer she shifts,
In my arms she weeps,
Passion up our skins it creeps,
Emotion running up our veins in quick leaps,
My touch its feels and thrills,
In bed our sweet appeal,
My heart you can steal and keep,
I will manage this duplicate that keeps me living still,
Losing ones keys to his control room in JERUSALEM no mean joke,
Her touch my limbs it trips,
Her clutch my feel it heats,
Her blush my soul it heals,
My flesh her soul it needs,
See as she suddenly speaks English,French,Spanish and even Yiddish,
Into my warm arms she sneaks.
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