How beast of a wise

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

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