ROMANCE WITH MY MAIDEN
My love calls me,
After I am done with the yawning.
Rest I do, my palm on hers,
The luscious bosom of hers,
Ever so alluring.
That body full of rounds,
Making a perfect hour glass-
Never before, had I seen such mounds.
Ride we forth taking bends,
Signs come, we wait for a while-
But we never reach dead ends.
Her purr, ah! softer than a cat-
Every man would drown in those-
Desiring to take her, but for that brat.
Her paws so firm, never letting free,
Grip on the bed, like no other-
Not for a moment loose, or gone would I be!
At last at the time of desire, we come.
Oh what a pleasure that was-
Fun always, till old age come.
I thank God, for giving me such a bride-
Without whom, I would be late
At work, and by the boss fried.
My bride, my pride is...