On my knees I am,
The pressure, the weight,
To please those dearest femme,
Should for Victoria I wait,
Amber too now in the dark of night,
Will be coming to sort things out,
Bring with her entourage, delight,
It’s not I am prone to pout,
No, just want to be my best,
Make them happy, make them smile,
Ach, with weapons they are blessed,
To please them all will take a while,
Fearsome lashes did she promise,
But moon keeps secrets close to chest,
I can imagine what it is,
Again I’ll do my best,
Now sis of Edvard will protect me,
But only from her brother dear,
She said there’ll be a tiny fee,
But still I have my fear,
Georg, or Edvard, I tell you now,
You don’t know what you’ve begun,
I’m sweating at the brow,
For Vick, she is no nun,
Now I’m half ways down the ground,
Thank god, my weapon holds me up,
A wholesome weight it is, if measured pound for pound,
But feel that something got to pop.©24/10/2009
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I’m sweating at the brow
Holy Cow - what the heck has he done to you while I've been gone??!! I sure hope you didn't eat one of those Swedish Meatballs.
EDvard, Lord of Cosa Nostra
Swedish Castle
John
trespassing upon your mind in those secret thoughts…
knowing these heavy burdens carried in privacy
on ones succumbing knees is a good place
for my daggered stiletto to find respite
to rest some erect deliverances upon…
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:
Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
very well done. Jas.