• To those of Lust,
    Who have a large bust,
    A slim body of silver,
    pale as the moons glow.
    You make me shiver,
    and really want to know.
    When you will take me,
    enjoy me and carress my form.
    I dont want you to see,
    me as one of the norm.
    I am of lust,
    my body says that much,
    but when your hand gives a gentle squeeze,
    and I exclude a gentle sound.
    To learn the birds and the bees,
    and move gently, when that spot is found.
    When we finish,
    laying exhausted by our escapades,
    your love wont diminish,
    and my love will repaid.
    With your endless affection,
    your hand over mine,
    leading me in the right direction,
    until we are once again entertwined.
    When we are old, and wrinkled,
    and my beauty is gone,
    my eyes still twinkled,
    and somehow your still drawn.
    Be the man who wont treat me like a fool,
    and I wont manipulate you, as my tool.