My councilwoman gives me Turkish Delight
What’s in her box is sweet and sticky
And it tastes just right…
You bang your gavel so I may grovel
At your altar of perfection
My yang unraveled and so I’ve traveled
To petition your cold affection
There my silver-haired goddess sits
legs splayed upon her throne
Her thigh rests upon my shoulder
As I bow my head to atone
She’s made a penitent man of me
Her anointment upon my chin
Her enemies before my spear will flee
I’ve an appointment with blessed sin
Once President of vice
Now great leader is on Ice
As frigid as the moon
As treacherous as the sea
Crush my member in her vice
I will come unto her twice
pray that one day soon
Hoarfrost will cover me
More poems of our passion await, Ma Cherie.
– Freeman Tao