So .. I gave a thought that I might actually post a semi-new poem here one that was ripped from the anals of the belguim think tank… give an ear and harken to… perhaps you may just like it Just for you M
And here it it…
That which lays before me,
Wanting nothing more…
To strip away that which blocks my path.
Tantalizing, that musky smell
Slowly rent asunder,
Now laid bare before me…
Pause and Inhale,
That rapid quick of breath…
Shutter, studder… and pause
The tempest riddled Creseando.
I am to gain nothing…
But happyness,
In that which is her release…
