Stars Of The Same Pride. Poem by Chi Judepeters

On the foot of the playful oak,
lit the fire that stains my coat,
i'l dance all ears to d mouth who tells,
the future be lived a fairytale.

She smiles a sound of music,
with good sweet lies seducing,
she walked in without a knock,
colourful with the pride of a peacock.

Like a virgin in Sodom,
my mind lost it's freedom,
on her bosom, i'm made king,
to worship the queen that rule within.

Like every lion to it's pride,
the kingdom grew with its kind,
the dawn gave birth to a dog fight,
the storm flew doves out of sight.

Which voice do tell?
Whose hand it fell?
Where came this riot,
with jaws made of iron?

Where do i find answers,
where do i find my laughter,
how my ears itch for more sweet lies,
to sink me deep down her glorious thighs.

With the stillness of my heart,
points to them who played a part,
all around and beyond in noble deny,
all within and inside in rumple design.