My Polish Queen

She smile at me and my good looks appear Her teeth beautifully arrange in the same bright and white of eyes She make her curvy walk on the street, and her untainted pensiveness transform the place to the street of gold Her steps signal an aura of confidence which diffuse as a scent of a moving angel Her smiles air out a soul connect of delirious desire The earth and heavens are in awe of her empirical reality Her aura of beauty illuminate the entire masculine cycle Who is that man that passes by without exhilarating and distracted by this unusual earthly Aphrodite Yet she bends only into my ceiling and my little slipped into her yields a melodic moan Oh I can hear—–the earth so exclaim! Yes! They can hear me say—–she is my polish queen The earth stood still and glanced at how I fix my hands to hers, As we both exhale alluring romance The flowers sing and dance, oozing their scent, giving her many ovations at a smear of her lion The wind blows bending tall trees to smile at her Her beauty covers the earth and love rain plentifully Her gentle soul soften the sun not to be cruel on earthly creatures I can hear the birds tweet my name to her Yes! She is my polish queen… The birds sing to accord her walk into my arms Oh! The heavens declare that she is a desire of every man, but her heart beat for one Yet my thigh wriggles to her and my sweat plant a seed in her Yes! I can hear her say ……..I’m your polish queen Alas! The earth prostrate, the heavens triumph, As I declare ——-she is my polish queen. for lovers all over the world