Bowls And Arrows Poem by Adams King
Bowls And Arrows
If tonight be music let it replay
Till I master every of it lyrics
and sing along with a full throat
What a bountiful harvest
of ripe and pleasant pleasures
On a field of two naked farmers
What a romantic battle
A fight to be fought again
Of glories gained and regained
You have the bowl and I the arrow
Come let's entwine our bodies
till we arrive at a better orgasm
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