Toyiring Sheyin Poems

I stand erect,
with pride at heart,
and lowly spirit,
to say this at a time like this,
...

This is my mother,
She is the woman who bore me,
I was nurtured in her arms,
With her might I was protected,
...

It's my organ,
That little swinging pendulum,
That sits between my legs,
And move to and fro,
...

her beauty is mirrored on her forehead,
his hair stood in standing ovation at her sight,
but reckless runs the heart, for pleasure is its optimal need,
'take my hand' he whispered 'and life will be full of suprises',
...