The Forest of Unacquainted Indi-scripted Love

In/out through, and around Nightly Creatures do abound

With lustful thoughts between their ears

A tub of desires, exciting fears, bring tears

A bounty of crimson lips appear

Snow white supple skins, unbridled fears 

With Golden Beers and Sparkling Wines

Disregarding Inventions and times 

Virgins dance, fully adorned deep within

In only their Birth Day suits, with wide grins they sin 

Darting fingers, tongues and cheeks

Wishful Flavors! Oh how they seek

They salivate to, these Virgins and their Fruits

Who continually dance; within only their Birth Day Suits

Their eyes gorge themselves with sins and wide grins

Pleasures unannounced to them, savoring every ounce

Continually they watch as these virgins  bounce

As demons ready themselves to pounce

Sharping blades are silently honed, whilst hidden behind trees

Demons ready themselves to pluck fruit from these busy bees 

Exploring every crevice, melting ice, learning every vice

Still quivering bodies fall, limp upon the frosting ground 

Where these heathens dancing did once abound

Nothing left within them; heavy breathing is now their only sound 

These lovers feasted upon this in Honor of the beast 

This Orgy fest is now depleted

Every spirit is there; too defeated 

Unacquainted love was made without text

Twas love made with or without his hex?

Or was it only lust covered Dust?

Now comes the beast who would feast upon these that ceased

Saturated gloves, strangulate, limp and spent until their beating hearts cease

Lungs deflated; bodies defiled and decimated

Ruby red rivers flow, the sacrifice is now completed

Twas it held deep within the woods of Love?

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man