The Lady She, My Guest

SHE is a balm for aching breast,
Ready-eyed and deadly-dressed,
With lust for silent night obsessed.

SHE is of hunters known as best,
With war-paint worn upon Her chest;
Weary SHE, my honored guest.

SHE knows I crave what SHE suggests,
And make true whatever SHE requests;
Anything to please my Guest.

phatb1991 phatb1991
26-30, M
2 Responses Oct 9, 2010

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!

brilliant, i like this very much