Ballad #6 Poem by Aziz Akrish

You honey have wished for something,
it is probably a dunny.

Your shyness taking over,
but blue-blooded you are I will call you my highness,
now tell me your wish and do not be like Thomas Aquinas.

Now me the instigator,
going to be the simulator,
make love to you like an illustrator,
I am going to be the administrator.

Lets uncover the secrets,
do not take it upon my weakness,
I will start showing you the deepness,
this is not some kind of cheapness.

I will wear the glove,
And make love to thou,
And kiss thy chest.

I exclaim my love through words of eminence,
I will make you feel my presence,
I fancy to do it with you and it will make it pleasant!