Sweet Maria, she's my passion:
jet black eyes and face all ashen.
She lures me with her scarlet lips,
and tempts me with her hourglass hips.
Sweet Maria, she's a stunner.
Beautiful, like Eva Brunner.
Skin as soft as alabaster:
makes my heart beat faster, faster!
Sweet Maria, told me, shedding
tears, that there would be no wedding.
Apparently, she loved another:
my, brainless, obtuse, older brother!
Sweet Maria's still so lovely,
but I can't live if she won't have me!
Hell, what does she see in him?
He's fat and old; I'm young and slim!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2022 09:45
- Comment from author about the poem: for my sweet Maria
- Category: Love
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