Sweet Silent Sunset. - Poem by Anthony Fry
Love is a fire burning on a short fuse within her body.
Mixing outwardly, with many sexually appealing men.
Sweet silent love of youth, please forgive if I forget you.
looking down she blushes, looking up a smile on her lips.
Amazingly going busily, about her every day duty's.
With their gnawing, dark dangerous mysterious minds.
And sweet silent pleasures, coming out seeking at sunset.
Ideas working well, according to complicated schemes.
Like that secret message, a tear caught in a twinkling eye.
Yonder blue sky is glistening, in those beautiful green eyes.
Most optimum reproductive strategy, for fittest females.
Strike like lightning, excitingly loving in full abundance.
Creating picaresque extraordinary, bursting hot desires.
A good father who will attend, ardently to their children.
Visions of men fascinating, passionate, daring attractions.
Characteristics acquired in all adults, will be transmitted.
For unique adoring identification, in generations to come.
Meteoric pulses invisibly spreading, through hot body's.
One stroke of her hand, renders you helpless for paradise.
Heavenly enriched female perfumes caught in his nostrils.
Male genitals, swaying and swinging like hanged pirates.
Squirting those never ending, warm sticky velvet genes.
Finest sperms glistening, silver-filmed as new-spun silk.
Wickedly made by a female, with hot cunning thoughts.
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