The Paradise She Offers Poem by Adams King

Who said a lady has nothing to offer
Rather than heartbreak and pain
Let him rethink and do so twice

For it is foolish to be that wise
And in such wisdom there's no gain
Seeking her errors and blunders

Have you thought of her paradise
The heaven between her thighs
A home for a homeless man

There the fires of love are fanned
To burn in a temper so high
To eat from her pot where pleasure lies

On her lips are the taste of apples
Her thighs are like the evening cold
And in between them is a goddess

Where lies the greatest of fortress
A treasure more precious than gold
And the warmth of a darling heaven

She deserves the praises I give
The songs of worship I compose
Even more than the heart could render

I have built for her a romantic altar
Where my chest are but her pillows
Wishing forever in my arms she lives

Let me share the breath of your nose
Feed me with the saliva of your mouth
Give me more warmth and sweetness

I will serve her like a gorgeous goddess
Greater than any gods from the south
And for her alone this mantle must arouse

Who again said a lady has nothing to offer
Which man brought forth from her heaven
I will call such man a fool to father fools

Where else lies such tempting temple
Where else can men come to worship
Than the paradise which she offers