I Read Yours Poem by Madrason .

I rode upon her wealthy skin
and tasted cushions bitter sin
and wrestled with her mighty spit
so precious I could swallow it
but never once did she give in
her lids were closed to hide her eyes
and there she slipped, forgot her lies
she let me gain, forgot her pain
and in my mouth she stretched her whole
yes in and out I touched her soul
and brave but stout we lost control
I drank your wine and you drank mine
and fruit spread on our flower bed
forgot to forget and an empty head
right there is where our love went mad;
She rode upon my wealthy skin
and tasted cushions bitter sin
and wrestled with my mighty spit
so precious we could swallow it. M