The Pleasure Of Sin

SNAKE MIND I love women the passion of a Stallion in the wild I love women a passion true and tried disrobe them with my teeth Massage them with nimble hands Spank her, beneath Caress her strands Pull her to me decisively Kiss with the touch of an Angel Raise the ante Listen to the beating of her Candle Hold her against a wall and take her smell her hair peaches and cream Cross her border Cuddle her dream Shove in Laugh, just us with the force of a Kingpin Stare at her eyes, flawless Make her yell over and over again Float on clouds while linked tear my flesh off, amen! as one, distinct! I love women I love women Armand Hamouth

WOMEN

Woman She can see for miles beyond her view I saw her pick light from the midnight sky She is a sister A healer A scientist A leader A singer She is a wife A musician A poet A grandmother A philosopher She is a friend An Inventor A Politician An Astronaut A visionary She is the Gate of life Your mother A nurturer A protector She is the Gate of Heaven Your nurse A hand An Angel She isn’t rare I see her everywhere She is Simply woman Armand Hamouth