Because the fonopost
Makes me cacoethesic
Ages ago and sombre
Times when women
Scented exotic
Thighs and eyes
Napes and knees
Were so erotic
Argentina
I wish I were
Envoyant nautic
Folly, too right
It's not a mother
I'm Quixotic
I'm so over
to hold it back,
The lust hypnotic
For a heart that
Percuotere
Like palomillic
Nocturne and
The birds that sing
Ala panegyric.
