The Mountain Top

Your body is my canvas

and my tongue the paintbrush

I'll start kissing you on your

third eye,the tip of your nose,

and softly on your moist lips.

Pour whipped cream on the banana

and gargle the grapes. Sweep my tommy

with your lustrous hair;your bosoms are

like firm round mangoes. Oh darling, I'll

pour lavender oil on your thick rear, I'll

make it shine as a mirror so I can see my face

on that pumpkin pie. Yes sweetheart, I'm gonna

turn you upside down, the honeycomb in my mouth

while you drink syrup from my fountain; oh, it's a

creative position. Rub the cake on my face, yes

baby, freak me out like you never done before cause

today I wanna stand on the mountain top.

          By: Margareth Debrosse