Well,
I could weave a poem
around your breasts..
I guess..
getting caught in a rainstorm
really weighs down a Dress
dripping wet Melons
make me feel funny
I get a turbo charge in my jets
Pregnant pussy puts
A throb in my pants
It Looks as if I'm talking to your chest
Trying to make advances
While she dodges to the left
the conversation shifted
but I acted like I was deaf
still giving full attention
to her thoracic cleft
Built like an animal
from Jurassic Park
I tremble in the shadow
of Tyrannosaurus rex
Knowing in my heart
that she could squash me with one step
and Kali dances on Shiva
Sapphire sparkles
on the dance floor
Visitors marvel at the display
as they push through the turnstiles
Writhing on the fireman pole
Their thirst like an orgy
among an army of vampires
I'm always the last guy in line
Wasting too much time
Fantasising about her
the Praying Mantis woman
Dangerous surprise
Like a crocodile hunter
she slides down the pole
Neck adorned with tiger's teeth
I waste my time
falling in love with her
While she lies down
well beyond my reach
the devil's only daughter
the one thing I want
I can't keep
but how truly can I claim to want her When I have to chance a peek
through the curtains of her honour?
I'm an apprehensive lawyer
A pervert with manners
I'm a Pacifist warrior
And i...
Could Craft a poem ..
To form...
around your breasts..
And I guess...
That getting caught in a rainstorm
really weighs down a dress!
And ooooohhhh i....
Could craft this poem
Can build these words
Could spill this verse
Down the front of your shirt
And i...
Could craft a poem!
Aaaaaaaaalllllll
Oh all the way around your breasts!
Those melons of flesh!
Ooooooohhh i.....
Could craft a poem...
I could craft a poem about your tits
And jot it down..
Wherever it fits
Along those mountainous jiggly jugs
And this...
This you'll have to read upside down in the mirror beacause iiiiiiiiiiiii....
Could craft a poemm around your breasts!
And i guess getting caught in a rainstorm
Gets you all wet, baby iiiiiiiii...
Ohhhhhhh iiiiiiiiiiii!
