I.
I fathom your waistline for reason,
You volume the depth of my heart
that’s being capricious season-to-season
I be the bird, an eagle, a fortunate pigeon
... don’t have any coastline to land on
so am always having myself involved with liaison
I'm no prisoner but trespassed in your love-prison
II.
Nina Bonita, Molto caldo your body is,
Hypnotic Italian decent you are
German Campania's owed to your breath
for having heartlians' torn apart
I know, your mother/father belonged to Italy
So Italian she/he was
& your father/mother came outta somewhere...
but always slept in a wrong corner of trespass
III.
Succulent beauty, of course, you are.
Womanizer heart, a pervert, Ultimately, i’m
You surely a liberated woman i’ve ever seen
My heart longs to get involved with BDSM affair, Ma`am.
Your mouth smells like fresh strawberry
& sweeten tongue alike prime blueberry
I need to get roamed on you
for bumming the thirst of milk-diary
The milk have you stored in you
& the diary has your flesh contained
Everything you’ve to satisfy my wants this night
Why don’t we start off playing “sinister game?"
IV.
I’m no doctor by profession
but you surely a nurse by night
Lace up, you Miss lass
Our fate has...
brought us together ‘neath the silver sky, tonight
We high in love -- the love that am infatuated with
Since the day my eyes X-Rayed you “the whole”,
I’ve been shaken from top to bottom, a bid
IV.
I doth see that your feminism needs to get relaxed
You taste pretty good so does your warmed flesh
I’m always hanging around your spirit
whether you like or dislike ‘tis heinous hack
You’re a daughter of your father
but I wonder, what ‘bout your mother?
Ledesma grenade she has always been
who tempted many hearts with the shudder
The same oozing appeal you’re born with
Your mother gifted you whatever you’ve in today
I may see it all through your gestures & poses
that’s only appeared in femdom mistresses, Olé
V.
Enough talks we’ve done;
Words in bulk we’ve shared;
Time’s keep rushing through land
Why don’t we embark on...
the treatment of each other, Mrs. Ann?
Your husband... sleeping well in his bed;
Kids’ve got love & light... so delight
What’re you awaiting for, Eurobabe?
No one’s gonna disturb us at mysterious night.
I fathom your waistline for reason,
You volume the depth of my heart
that’s being capricious season-to-season
I be the bird, an eagle, a fortunate pigeon
... don’t have any coastline to land on
so am always having myself involved with liaison
I'm no prisoner but trespassed in your love-prison
II.
Nina Bonita, Molto caldo your body is,
Hypnotic Italian decent you are
German Campania's owed to your breath
for having heartlians' torn apart
I know, your mother/father belonged to Italy
So Italian she/he was
& your father/mother came outta somewhere...
but always slept in a wrong corner of trespass
III.
Succulent beauty, of course, you are.
Womanizer heart, a pervert, Ultimately, i’m
You surely a liberated woman i’ve ever seen
My heart longs to get involved with BDSM affair, Ma`am.
Your mouth smells like fresh strawberry
& sweeten tongue alike prime blueberry
I need to get roamed on you
for bumming the thirst of milk-diary
The milk have you stored in you
& the diary has your flesh contained
Everything you’ve to satisfy my wants this night
Why don’t we start off playing “sinister game?"
IV.
I’m no doctor by profession
but you surely a nurse by night
Lace up, you Miss lass
Our fate has...
brought us together ‘neath the silver sky, tonight
We high in love -- the love that am infatuated with
Since the day my eyes X-Rayed you “the whole”,
I’ve been shaken from top to bottom, a bid
IV.
I doth see that your feminism needs to get relaxed
You taste pretty good so does your warmed flesh
I’m always hanging around your spirit
whether you like or dislike ‘tis heinous hack
You’re a daughter of your father
but I wonder, what ‘bout your mother?
Ledesma grenade she has always been
who tempted many hearts with the shudder
The same oozing appeal you’re born with
Your mother gifted you whatever you’ve in today
I may see it all through your gestures & poses
that’s only appeared in femdom mistresses, Olé
V.
Enough talks we’ve done;
Words in bulk we’ve shared;
Time’s keep rushing through land
Why don’t we embark on...
the treatment of each other, Mrs. Ann?
Your husband... sleeping well in his bed;
Kids’ve got love & light... so delight
What’re you awaiting for, Eurobabe?
No one’s gonna disturb us at mysterious night.
Lynn reviews the write first:
ReplyDeleteLynn:
Dear, purely your an artist of endless desire and want, which you broadcast so deeply and eloquently in such warm pitched poetic release. Very sensual, sir :)
Erin: "he admits who he is...out in the open as to how he wants her to open herself to him...
ReplyDeleteinteresting portrayal here----a story in poetic form that begs the question...and waits for the answer."
Craig:
ReplyDelete"You create such a magic in this wondrous form, and speak a story of such longing and passion. It is here as if you used a canvas for your words, and painted deep, rich passages of emotional fire and golden light. The forbidden bidding you only deeper in this mysterious night."
Rubie:
ReplyDelete"What a fine example of prosaic poetry! It's not an easy genre to pull off, but you've done it expertly.
Love stanza IV. Exquisitely penned."
A review comes from Connie, who says: "another incredible piece, don't stop writing"
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