He had shared a bed with success, <br />Heaven-kissing hills bowed at his feet. <br />He had grown taller than height, <br />his head scraped the sky when he strode. <br />And like a lion gearing against a zebra <br />he went about things driven by the pleasure of her virtue. <br />He marched ahead on the path of life <br /> <br />She bid him to cautiously tread across an old tiny bridge <br />that ran across an ever-hungry pit: <br />That knotty bridge that connects her home to the crest of <br />her lovers seek <br /> <br />But her caution cry was blown away by the airy aura <br />of her bed that breezed with him. <br />He strode on larger than life, <br />flowing in the memories of their affair. <br />His gaze was fixed above the rainbows <br />he was flying on memory wings <br />through the grey clouds of their fornication <br />even at the edge of that hungry and abyssal pit <br />that many a man had fallen into.<br /><br />konye ori<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/been-in-bed-with-success/
