Light verse.
And sensual sweets were rather roughly raided
In dainty dells secluded for the pleasure -
Illicit lingerings shady, should be shaded,
But don't suffice to hide the tainted treasure
When wayward wives plead "blameless", for what they did
While sampling the assorted sensual scenery
And grappling in the undergrowth and greenery.
I'm guilty! and I relish being wrong!
While all the world is wretched if not right!
I couldn't care a condom, short or long-
And if you must condemn me - then goodnight!
I hereby name your nipples ding and dong!
Imagining how well they'd serve me right:
I cannot be a poet, wit or seer -
So I became a mammary mountaineer.
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2007-02-06 at 12:02
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The Sensual Life
In my fair years, I mistook love for leisure,And sensual sweets were rather roughly raided
In dainty dells secluded for the pleasure -
Illicit lingerings shady, should be shaded,
But don't suffice to hide the tainted treasure
When wayward wives plead "blameless", for what they did
While sampling the assorted sensual scenery
And grappling in the undergrowth and greenery.
I'm guilty! and I relish being wrong!
While all the world is wretched if not right!
I couldn't care a condom, short or long-
And if you must condemn me - then goodnight!
I hereby name your nipples ding and dong!
Imagining how well they'd serve me right:
I cannot be a poet, wit or seer -
So I became a mammary mountaineer.
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
Read 538 times
Written on 2007-02-06 at 12:02
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