Romancism ' SWAYED OR LUST '

At this corner, I died '
whilst my ribs smile on,
she caught my eyes.
My body became holes;
holes of Sodom n' Gomorrah '.
I pushed the heaps of love
to Sway off my optic nerves,
seems the kingdom was dead ',
I scolded sodomy of desire,
nothing was of my priesthood,
she had me on the tight side,
to profess me.
Behold! I confessed of love,
wrinkles above stretched...
The stream pipe beneath hurdled,
I stood faithful but like the swayed ',
hoping for throes of passion
to arrest the wind on sight,
no poke nosed the eve
and the odd, -heart thud!
Yet, hunger beneath strives
and cheeky smiles was all over her,
dead of action I be,
unto the gods of passion I seek,
ripple my nipples of this isle!
To beret another eve, I deter!
To die in love, my lips accept,
until now, the cock on me mourns.

Author Kelly JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
18/10/2018
 07:58AM

The poet personae of this piece falls in love with a woman at first visit, he is stolen by all of her actions, most especially her smiles. He doesn't know if it is just lust or love as his sexual desire has risen from beneath.