I see it in her leering eyes
The hidden sight of passion
That is Unbroken
By the erotic nightly breeze
I felt it in the genuine touch of her angelic hands
That caressed her gentle skin
As it perspired in the heat of our lustful moment
This Kama sutra seems all to forbiddening
But the act is all to promising
And for a brief period in time
We are lost to a spellbinding sense of ecstasy
Enchanting as always
Are the women of this world
With a sexual demeanor
Second only to none
That even the gods are jealous of their own creation
So it would seem that they have cursed us men
With a ritual of love that pulls at every man’s desires
A kind of dance that is more dangerous to him
Then any act of war
Therefore, Mercy is what I cry
For even after a thousand battles
A man would still be left wanting to return to her bosom
As a sword would return to it’s sheath
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
