The Perfect Girl Poem by Madrason .

I don't need a Bryony
to fulfil my destiny
while my thirst is quenching me
I rub my sensuous skin
with magic potions, shall begin
drowning in my meagre sin
eager to touch the other
from superfluously to
deepest from within
I don't need a Bryony
no girl to lie to me
a blank unpolished face
could take your place
a natural beauty's grace
a girl deserves rewards
from patiently listening
to each others hearts
I don't need a Bryony
my girl has pickles
spectacles
a large nose, crunchy lips
squeaky hips
and lots of, lots of Love! M