Kleine, kleine Dame

Lemon, narrow, through, w***e

Lemon Lady licks it, but won't swallow.

She pleasurably goes and makes you squeeze.

Don't cry! Being through, the room seems narrow.

 

Throw her a coin or still be a callow;

Tell her to suck and get down on her knees.

Liquid Lady licks it, but won't swallow.

 

Tasty and sweet like a pink marshmallow

Lemon Lady's tongue licks me and me squeeze.

Don't die! Being through, the bed seems narrow.

 

Between roars I listen to her shadow

Going through the room. I'm not what she sees.

Little Lady likes it, and will swallow

 

The drinkable liqueur from a shallow.

She's laughing off my cheap and nasty miss.

Don't smile! Being naked, I'm still callow.

 

Be a naive hanging from her gallows

Or kill her. Drink first from the liquid breeze.

Lucky Lady did it and won't swallow.

Don't cry! Being through, she remains hallowed.

Author's Note

This poem was a homework for class, but it finally became more than that. This is not about love; this poem is about everything.

Reviews

[L'Enfant Terrible]

You know what I think of this.

[Holly M. May]

This is an incredible poem, it's very well exicuted and extremely haunting with its imagry and message. I can't wait to see more of your work. =3