As I rest in the shadows of the valley of lust <br />there's a sound and a trickle of fruit of the loom, <br />having wandered all day and all night, I now must <br />drink my fill of her nectar as a passionate groom, <br />neither senses nor reason can say Halt to my tongue <br />there is need and a sudden deluge <br />if they come to arrest, I will surely be hung <br />left behind me my sweet centrifuge. <br />Oh ye Gods let me feast on the brook near the well <br />I shall give of my own all the same <br />as I aim for the fruit, listen up, Wilhelm Tell <br />can you hear as I call her sweet name?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heat-17/
