Sonnet:
Posted: August 13th, 2007, 7:27 pm
TO her Treasures.
O faire fresh maiden, my most tasty tart--
Not I alone have been given to know
the ecstasy of thine womanly parts
that from each our marvelous motions flow.
The valley scarlet encircled with fold
awaits the arrival of rigid Knight;
and close behind, thine lesser, lovely hole
suffused with lovingness for soldier's might.
Do not inquire which we findeth best,
Knave, or querulous hag: of royal Love
thou reckon no more than your latest jest,
taking plebe Eros for Zeus above.
When these tenderest pleasures do subside
then shall we our villainy dark confide.
O faire fresh maiden, my most tasty tart--
Not I alone have been given to know
the ecstasy of thine womanly parts
that from each our marvelous motions flow.
The valley scarlet encircled with fold
awaits the arrival of rigid Knight;
and close behind, thine lesser, lovely hole
suffused with lovingness for soldier's might.
Do not inquire which we findeth best,
Knave, or querulous hag: of royal Love
thou reckon no more than your latest jest,
taking plebe Eros for Zeus above.
When these tenderest pleasures do subside
then shall we our villainy dark confide.