Gamer Poem by Eric Adams

time flows as mother nature poor her glow
to and from game to game
and who would of known such people live
who would of know such promise it holds
who would of thought of meeting such an angel
she stands no more then five feet tall
but hold more love then sand in the dessert
it started off easy and fun
with games and plays
but ended up in fantasy
like mother goose in her long tail stories
who would thought such random love could happen
surely not I
we grew so fast and strong
like a family to be
sweet sweat drips from flesh of mary sweet love
the moaning stars cast in the sky preach their screams
like heavenly angel casting spells of ecstasy
a world of true love orgasm.