Aida

what beautiful body have you
soft to touch cool as dew

what virginal eyes as innocent as a dove
what fragrance how sweet such a love

refreshing air from grass and meadow
i feel like heaven & so in love with you

and what kind of horror is this
when i think i just found my bliss

in the middle of our ecstasy
with all the colors of fantasy

you turn into this black giant scorpion
your pincers preying upon my hard-on

and now, how can i ever move on?
this life in ruin, this body on destruction

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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