Though green his not to sex without love

The feeling of cheers still as hot

After the brawl a trademark left - his evil laughed

Princesses are quite shy at first

But how could they neglect his touch of dearness

How could they've known that they're catching a pretending caress

He  love to hear the sound of those dames while they're tickled

Those are music to his ear

He love to behold the beauty of those ladies while they're naked

Those are art in his eyes

Alas! Thy virginity was taken away

Thy purest was broken like a glass

To the air thy clamor burst

The Adjective left to thy mouth was a cursed

A cursed for him the BIG BIG WOLF....

Written: July 27, 2001 @ 3:20 pm

nom de plume: Mysterious Aries