And put my thoughts to sea
Little tongue
Casts a spell
When flicked
Forked Goddess
She reaches
In to the interior
In to my hemispheres
She makes me cry
Aloud
Envelopes me like a
Shroud
Her moans are weapons
They disarm
Her eyes so calm
They do more harm
To my ego and efforts of
Self preservation
Than good
Her allure
Is none too pure
An' I like it that way
Puts all thoughts
Of resistance
To sea
Calm grey eyes won't let
Me be
By: Daniel Smallegange
