He in a flourish and bless, <br />soaking up the warming sun. <br />She eager for a caress, <br />maybe some apple fruit fun. <br /> <br />Put their hand and knee, <br />to well thought out use. <br />She the provider bee, <br />and he full of villainous ruse. <br /> <br />Deflated and slack turns, <br />life into a new role of serve. <br />Loins churn nor the fire burns, <br />no more there the luster verve. <br /> <br />Knee crossed enjoying it so, <br />the aura of power and laid out strut. <br />She tries her best lo; <br />fakes he demeanor and an eye shut. <br /> <br />Forbidden apples clam her shut, <br />shuffles in a bit deflated and low. <br />Uncaring and given to flair and gut, <br />loaded with pride he basks in his glow. <br /> <br />original <br />Islamabad <br />2602-2k12<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loaded-strut-2602-2k12/
