I
Far from my sight i saw a figure,
Eight it was not one.
Closer i moved,
Moving my pace towards her ways.
II
Her smile she passed,
Soon we engaged in words,
Time ticked,, we are on the dance floor,
Moving and rocking me all sonorously,
Like the breeze of a strong wind.
III
She swaved and touched,
Yet her hands never stopped,
Her fingers i could sense all over me,
Like a signal from a mast down into my manless spine.
IV
A feeling i really wish to resist,
But the potency i couldn't fight,
Moulding the whole of me into my buttomless gut,
Indeed, she got my love language.
V
Lay me down and let's pray,
You on top and I beneath,
Take my hand and save my soul.
VI
Her touch was poisonous to my inner self,
But i never wanted it to stop.
A love poison it seemed to my hormones,
But then i realized, that for every touch of a lady,
They are gods to men.
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