Vicissitudes Of Passing Pleasure Poem by Anthony Fry

Going out painting old London town red tonight,
waiting under a mulberry tree, for a special Prince,
a sweet kind friend, passion hungry for romance,
personal hot thoughts, dreaming of hanky panky.

From mauve groves, a gracious beauty appears,
twilight silvered sunbeams, shine in your blue eyes,
fun enduring debauchery, confused ancient origins,
years slipping past, hot lucrative times not forgot.

Sweat dropp dimples, staining yellow sandstone,
thoughts of love making, in my own wonderland,
vanishing vacant strangers, tender welcome visits,
looking for lost youthful joy, changes long gone.

Virtuous Prince lay by me, our love favours mystery,
dwelling on distorted glimpses, of your bright face,
wild beating crazy tongues, wound my body fatally,
huge tears cling to kisses, down loves milky way.

Honour my lustful thoughts, our lingering memory's,
a hot handsome nuptial male, nail him to that cross,
lusting a long preserved body, bonding in happiness,
damp juicy tender body bits, enticing sensually biting.

Spasms of perpetual passion, lush green grass lawns,
tight flourishing rose buds, unfolding flowers growing,
busy bees, form their sweet honeycomb from nectar,
a dancing sweet white lily, bobbing on a lake edge.

A wandering moon, casting long moving shadows,
amorous lurking scents, present on a fresh breeze,
majestic flowing draughts, taking leaves up-up away,
lingering wild winds blow, shivering down my spine.