I want to come visit your Outback oasis
We'll dance, we'll explore, we'll even have "races"
I'm sure you'll succumb to my lips and my smell
Your lust will give rise to an animal yell
Then after a bath we'll start over again
I'm cock of the walk, will you be my wild hen?
Don't worry at all, no need to feel shame
I won't tell your kids, won't mention your name
We're more than mere playthings, but not quite sure what
Entertainers, and seekers of things we've forgot
We're writing our own fresh new "book of love"
A beacon for us like Luna above
We'll each author chapters as the years go by
Reviewing, revising until we both die
Dead! -- worn out dear lover from travel and fun
Two quite different people whose hearts became one
I like this poem quite alot, makes me want to kiss,
Posted by: Natasha | August 10, 2009 at 10:42 AM