Stranger Poem by Moxie De Lucky

Did you see that day
The look i gave you
That i intended to play
Yes indeed, to play with you
O' dear it was you
Who drove my heart so fast
And i didn't want it last
For mine lips became very wet
Then gradually i became hot
I admit my weakness
That i can't avoid your lips
O' dear, you're my contigence weakness
My wit interlocked at the intersection of your thighs
Say you that you demand time to digest
But i can't afford to wait
Because tomorrow is too late
Let it be tonight
The pantomime night