Her arms are a road map to disaster
And yet I’m going with her sensual flow
For hormones are always my true master
She blossoms with petals of an aster
I am entangled within her soft glow
Her arms are a road map to disaster
Like ricin form the seed of castor
She is going to kill me and I know
For hormones are always my true master.
I try to go slow she makes me go faster
These are deadly seeds that I sow
Her arms are a road map to disaster
I know I’m not going to out last her
I don’t care if she is a friend or foe
For hormones are always my true master.
I may as well get a parson or pastor
as she gives me looks with eyes of a doe
Her arms are a road map to disaster
For hormones are always my true master.
Author notes
ri·cin [rss'n, ríss'n]
n
toxic plant substance: a highly toxic protein. Source: seeds of the castor oil plant. Use: destruction of cancer cells in treatments such as bone marrow transplants.
Villanelle
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the
poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
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A contest entry
- Poetry Styles Contest by Visit.Me.On.Mars.
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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so perfectl
it all hangs together this is magic, the repetition the form the emotion Bravo
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WOW very nice!!!
--Janette -
Oh yes. Masterfully done in the classic style and a story every man must know. How those hormones can cause us to fall to the intoxication and the terminal results that follow, when those innocent doe eyes have you.
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