It was the death of my wisdom
I found the quest to be futile
The moment I laid eyes on her
There is life in her hips
On her bosom Venus resides
Upon her breasts made of silken warmth
Sat nipple orbs greater than the ones in sky
In my chest roared a blazing beast
Eyeing like a hunger cry
Wisdom finds its place in wonder
Man finds place in desire
In her shaking thighs’ hold, my ears find their tune
My tongue on her sex the only divine room
Like elixir on my tongue it drips
And from her flower carved lips escapes a moan
In my thoughts that was once wise, now a madman roams