The Winds Of Sin Poem by Ray Andrews

This game can be played from dusk till dawn
From your journey quickly detached
Your ready found glow nurtured and new
There are no strings attatched

A quick little smile from lips welcome
Unrealized treasures unmatched
Both fly in on the winds of sin
There are no strings attatched

Twinkling gazes
Hormonal phases
There are no strings attatched

Ankle bracelet, cleavage calling
Muscular features to catch
Fantasy features adorne human creatures
There are no strings attatched

Internal attractions awake various factions
Turning and churning some facts
A hook that is old grabbing ahold
There are no strings attatched

Joined by a thread an uncomfortabe link
We righteously yield quick axe
And break weak tether holding together
No longer a string attatched

True to your troth you're pure and clean
Home free without a scratch
Your course undetected you're surely protected
Always just one string attatched