Torment me not with the promise of sex,
Deny me not your chaste kisses,
Your unexplored goldfield is my dreamland.
Suck your continent breasts for me
Brains and beauty are your abundance
Your gates are locked not by iron
But a priority of your mind
The only strongest locks that ever can be.
I beg you,
Open your thoughts…your gate
Only for me, the lonely one
I promise satisfaction with tender-touch formation,
Allow my pestle into your bowl
I will not make you growl
Obviously it is a war…
Blood must be shed.
19th March 2005