Pearls beaded on a string


Your teeth and smile
Asks for my boner
I can't say no
Don't want you a loner

Instead of loosing
I'll give you marks
Brutal touch signs
Like marching on darts

A pleasant smile
On a barking ass
Making damage
On the sweaty mass

Pick the phone
On my devious hunger
I'll toast your sick
pleasure right on under



Vasco Pompaleo*