Poem to a Young Lover

 
a cunt like a cup cake
all smooth and shaved
colored like peach fur
no im not behaved

an ass, oh butter buns
all ready for the oven
id lose a month of suns
for a kiss and a half a dozen

dark hair silky locks
your arms around my ass
your mouth filled with gooey cocks
i pull you to the  grass

your anus woven sweet
from dark flesh blood rose
i kiss your pretty feet
my tears caress your toes

your mind still untrained
no forgiveness in you at all
by years of hurt and pain
your full of hate and gall

youth they say
is wasted on the young
what could it ever mean
by the time you figure it out
life will be a dream