Poem : A Crusoe.
A Crusoe.
.
Here I am,
A playboy,
Surfing boldly down
Sweet smelling curves
Of rosy flesh,
Tossed, by ever stronger tides
Upon a love-locked continent.
This man,
His footprints tender
On the morning shore,
Is beached.
At last.
.
.
By Jaksie on October 29th, 2009
A Crusoe.
.
Here I am,
A playboy,
Surfing boldly down
Sweet smelling curves
Of rosy flesh,
Tossed, by ever stronger tides
Upon a love-locked continent.
This man,
His footprints tender
On the morning shore,
Is beached.
At last.
.
.