This poem is a song, written to the woman I love.
Oh, my soul, my heart’s troll. You’re so nasty, You’re so dread, You’ve got me Drowning in devil’s sin. You’re a strumpet in my bed, You’re an itch that won’t scratch. You’re my Delilah, You’re Eve with an apple. Oh, my soul – Wrapped between your thighs, Lost in your honey drip. *** Eyes so flirty, Making me dirty. You’re magical, You’re delicious, ...Read On