sexual innuendo,
building crescendo,
blaring trumpets sound
for the strumpet I have found
feeling so erotic,
and yet so Quixotic,
chasing a windmill pillaged down
by knights from other towns
still I feel I’m falling,
ignoring my inner-master’s calling
to tread lightly through this fire
and not quench my amorous desire
when you show and are shown lust,
your eyes you cannot trust
it’s nothing as it seems
when a temptress guides your dreams
but oh, I need these pleasures,
no more time for weights and measures,
because the ground is never level
when you’re falling for the devil
stan pelfrey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/007-falling-for-the-devil/
