Member Poem

As she lays in a bathtub of oils
I see right through her eyes
Such softness, tenderness.
Her eyes tell of a history
From the peasant who bore her
To the lily she grew.

Her hands lead me to the future
An image of her besides me
How am captivated
And yes motivated.
Her beauty is of no other woman
For I have my doubts if she’s just an ordinary woman

I have fought in cold wars
Walked through world wars
Terror is new not to my eyes
For I cut off my enemy’s heads.
I have conquered, massacred, abducted
The titans, enemies from the east
But I still feel weak.

I have been called master
Leader of the victory army
I have been made king
Yet you bow not for me
They have kissed my feet
Sparked my swords
Cleared my Amor
Yet you do nothing for me.

Which creature are you?
From where do you hail?
Thy looks like ours but not thy lips, thy eyes
They captivate me like posion ivy
They control me like I was a little lad

What is it that you want?
Here’s my sword
Used by my great grand fathers
Smelted from the great city of zion
From the fires of flohorn
Use it ,take my life
Finish me off

Or you could lie your hips next to me, Felistas
Allow me steal a kiss on your neck
For you spackle brighter than fine wine
Kept in the cellars for years
Let me touch your breasts
Permit me feel there weight
For there’re more precious than diamonds, pearls
Than the fools I’ve killed

Felistas engage my body in intercourse
I order you to lay with me
Let our bodies touch
Let’s exchange heat
Heat aiming for sweat
How so sweet to be in love
And yet so painful
For you reject me Fiestas,
FELISTA’S !
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