Spring rose!
Pampered by the nights’ dewy dose
your full-lipped pout
invites stingy, sucking bites
from the black bee, the lout!
You but mind it not
and give fresh flashes and fragrant shot,
Your lover’s impassioned gasps hot,
shake you up like a storm tossing a boat,
You but still smile,
Pure, unstinted, without any guile!
You have the softest, petalous lips,
And like a rapist he just sips
the feminine juices of your blood,
You rosy red and he black,
His crazy, blind passion lets loose a flood,
His darkish, sweating, contorted face,
How murderously he responds
to your innocent, breezy grace!
Greedily he goes on,
Those fiery grunts, subduing your softest moan,
And reaching the dangerous peaks
where his unquenchable thirst shrieks,
The plunderer flies away!
Away! Where more fresh faces sway,
You but still smile,
His love bites prominent on your lovely face,
Aha, undefeatable is this grace!
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