sexual innuendo, <br />building crescendo, <br />blaring trumpets sound <br />for the strumpet I have found <br /> <br />feeling so erotic, <br />and yet so Quixotic, <br />chasing a windmill pillaged down <br />by knights from other towns <br /> <br />still I feel I’m falling, <br />ignoring my inner-master’s calling <br />to tread lightly through this fire <br />and not quench my amorous desire <br /> <br />when you show and are shown lust, <br />your eyes you cannot trust <br />it’s nothing as it seems <br />when a temptress guides your dreams <br /> <br />but oh, I need these pleasures, <br />no more time for weights and measures, <br />because the ground is never level <br />when you’re falling for the devil<br /><br />stan pelfrey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/007-falling-for-the-devil/
