Wall her within those rooms filled with forbidden rights <br />Cherishing one last hope of an ordained conscious <br />Abandon her clothes in the hallway or let her choose <br />The sacred eyes of her sex as she spreads the blues <br /> <br />Touch her tender pain and wonder why you abuse her waist <br />Poured out the cups in her pleasure, lay her body as well <br />At her hands of what milks all of her dying men <br />Very well: if this is but her pleasure, a captivated victim to be<br /><br />Jason PraTT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-her-breasting-bridge-and-slope/
