There once was a man of nineteen,
Whose eye was sharp and quite keen.
To the tender heart,
He wished to impart,
His charm and 'talent's -
What arose as bad habits.
Later, a women of seniority caught his eye.
A wanting in him, he dared not deny.
So off he did try, to unlock the door,
of the hardened Sergeant Major's core.
But time again, those they did not succeed.
That thirst he need sate, and hunger he need feed.
Hard pressed was he to get her,
Oh how he chased and he lured.
But to all of no avail,
Non-believing his fail.
All alone, he sat, filled only with wanting,
When came a gentle hand, with smile so bright and flaunting.
A shock sent through his heightened sense,
As deep pleasure came without their pretenses.
A night so unlike the rest,
What was surely the best,
I'm sure you have guessed.
What went on in the evening,
Even in the morn' came no grieving.
Flesh against flesh,
his thirst had been quenched.
-end-
A/N:
Ok... I think this is my best FMP poem! This was actually the third I wrote, but posting it as second... hmmm... go figure xD
I'm just like that~
And if anyone needs a clarification on this, feel free to PM me :)
Ah, yes, and I do enjoy reviews... :) …