As the poet’s hips rose
and fell
like the restless waves
of the
ocean blue tossed hither
and yon
by the gusty winds of fate
the lovely
maid looked upwards into
the depths
of his sky blue eyes as she
sighed and
moaned ever so softly with
her arms
and legs wrapped tightly
round the
well-hung poet’s bow-flex
crafted physique
who gently plowed the field
of her body
prepared to plant his seed
within the
depths of her fertile womb