Golden Violin
He made a song about me Sang to me like therapy Enthralled by his golden violin He pledged his devotion In pieces of poetry
Hollow Spaces
Puncture me with the exactitude Of your pristine assemblage Deep within the hollow spaces of my inner cheek
Agile
It glistened as polished as I left it As his erect penis As it lay perpendicular Affixed to his muscular frame
