GORILLAS ON HONEYMOON
Your flag of truce is a
sea of flames
Burning my mind into
ashes of fames
Your round waist is like
that of Dames
And your chest nipples
good for games
The sun in your eyes shines
a light
Into my dark soul to
eliminate my night
Your romantic smile on my
cheek a flight
This our honeymoon is a
bliss of dight
Your bliss kiss is a
sweet gesture
For the culture of love
in our future
You're the nut & I am
the bolt signature
Signing our romance in
the moon for sure
Dear honeybunch of my
inmost heart
Your golden voice is the
beauty of art
Your tears of joy the
music in my ears
Your melodious sound
kills my fears
Whenever I suck the
nipples of your breast
And lay my coconut on this
your bare chest
I feel that I am already
in the skyward of throne
I feel I have eaten the
food of the gods on bone.
