Sonnet - 163 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Even with Fame with such Silent Repress
The thought of your Mound gives Innocence dare
Whether decline your Avid Wear suppress
As how my Fantasies survive its fare
As such Festival brush my Wrinkles past
And merry come soon should my Prayers will,
Will your Expression plague my Hunger fast
And deny Confirm our Hormones instill
Such union how frequently I covet
Yet spoiled the Bird-doctor to my Demise
Who stole my Plans and Testament regret
Whose frightened codes I easily despise
Perhaps a Shake to my Manhood in kind
Would better Progress my Fluids remind