My Fair Lady

Motivated by the best complement I ever recieved "The God of wit and dark humour ," I tried my hand at pornography as well.

As the shadows of the night sprung to life;
My mind lay buried in licentious thoughts.
The lust within deferring any moral strife;
Her voluptuous bosom is all what I sought.

As erstwhile memories rekindled with ease;
Latent desires pulverized my fickle senses.
I flew frantically with the capricious breeze;
Till her arousing aroma set fire to my loins.

Sentient to my agony, right across the lake;
Draped in moonlight, waited my fair lady.
As my sins withered in her benign embrace;
The shadows of the night melted in the day.