Born of woman,
Joining the world through sweat, blood and pain
But that’s changing
Perhaps never to be the same again
Born of woman,
Joining the world through sweat, blood and pain
But that’s changing
Perhaps never to be the same again
The Last Poet...
I thought my life would be brief... Now I’m older Much to my surprised relief But still I know Just how short a life can be And have lost friends Irreplaceable to me Life still is short, But more than I expected... An adventure Greater than I expected! My drink is strong And my women spirited They’re also sweet And utterly devoted Beauties all, I give without restraint my heart Sometimes saddened By those who are so faint of heart As to deny The Adventure that could have been So shortsighted That something Special goes unseen Intelligence Doesn’t come with a suit and tie Sweaty Love won’t Come knocking with a smile that’s shy Sometimes it comes Around when it’s least expected A touch and smile Promising pleasures undetected Leading onward To a tryst with your sweet lover Scaling the heights That leave you amazed when it’s over Finding you’ve reached The pinnacle of your desire You’re all sweaty And your hammering heart’s on fire Then quick descent As you and your lover relax Holding memories And each other as you come back To Normalcy That’ll never be the same again Back to a life That’s painfully inane and mundane Born of woman, Joining the world through sweat, blood and pain But that’s changing Perhaps never to be the same again And pristine births Lead to spotless lives without passion..... |
