Let me use up the free bytes to your illusion <br />Tender sweet the essence in profane cordiality <br />A soft touch here a push there and things seem to be done <br />Like roasted turkey playing in the bedroom fidelity; <br /> <br />An oven to heat the sausage to burn in a roost <br />Taste the liquid heat with active clasp in power grips <br />Pepped up joy in the incredulous grind to begin <br />And envy slippery moments melting the wet creek; <br /> <br />Willful wants with desire we always churn to release <br /> Intimacy in ecstasy kills bytes to please.<br /><br />Jai K Garg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fake/
