All Is Just Poetry

the moment of a bright twilight hue
sun disappears under a mountain dew
I just reached the site of a golden pond
and hear chirping of a blue eyed blond

lost in the forest, i’m all but dazed
how could such beauty be in this maze
pleasures of presence of such grace
slowing her pace, sweet freckled face

trembling nerves, her inquisitive gaze
such was the excitement in all this haze
I’m losing my breath, I’m going astray
in a prosaic nation till the night of May

“oh blue eyed blond, why are you here?”   
in my wicked mind i’d be kissing her ear
“are you lost? you know your way home?”
nuzzling her nape, i’d let my lips roam

is she a blue eyed blond or a maiden forlorn
her dark ragged frocks, all tattered and torn
them well rounded bosoms, a madness scorn
she whisked away from the tree of cape thorn

brightness of moon, reflected on her eyes
righteousness of mine, affected my mind
a lover in disguise, flying through the skies
rushing to her, i just want her from behind

my breasts crushes on her, i feel her body
reminds me of love, there’s never anybody
tumbling over twigs, my nose got bloody
flat out of my mind, i need a cold shandy

I wonder if this honey, she’s just a fantasy
warm touch of her body gives me ecstasy
awkward scissoring under a white canopy
endorphins react, queer’s love for insanity

A blue eyed cutie, blond hair that’s dirty
the tall Russian beauty only under thirty  
fucking and sucking, pussy's wet and squirty
this world of hypocrisy and all is just poetry