Stimulate my androgynous zones until I beg for more
I’ll skip just like a girly girl and knock you to the floor
Let joy and rage infuse my bones and permeate my core
My head is in a whirly whirl of flowers, lust and gore
My poems of sweet innocence can slay at fifty paces
I know my place, it’s everywhere, I win all human races
But lack of basic common sense my charm and wit effaces
Yet as I suck your very bones I long for sweet embraces
Comments
Crackersville | February 21, 2009 - 17:10
15 are the androgynous zones. Did you know that?
hilary west | February 21, 2009 - 17:22
I'd have put a comma after whirl.
Skunk | February 21, 2009 - 17:37
Hi Hilary - it was your query that brought this on in the first place, as you probably guessed. I take your point about the comma but I didn't put one in because the lack of it gives (to my eye) 'flowers' extra prominence, which they need to counterbalance the lust and gore. Flowers don't weigh much and you need a lot of them to balance even the tiniest spot of gore. But thank you for your suggestion.
I didn't know that, Cracker. Tell me more.
hilary west | February 21, 2009 - 18:11
Do you know, there is too much lust !