He clears his throat,
offers a hand,
lady afloat
begging to stand...
but where is she now?
The gentleman's moon...
his strides upon Earth
whose labors to croon?
Here, gentleman, hear
her breaths are so soft.
Need this dough like skin,
a taste so aloft?
Her pulse like a symphony,
her steps on pools glistening,
her lips your night litany,
her hands light-wrought ivory.
Gentleman she swoons!
Her hips like snow dunes,
her words gentle noons
that light up your Junes.
Yet you stay away,
your respect holds sway.
Though she is nectar,
you drink not as night
does day.
Your gentle ways
lengthen the days,
though distance kept,
you oft' purvey
a sense of love,
as she turns your way.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
He clears his throat,
offers a hand,
lady afloat
begging to stand...
but where is she now?
The gentleman's moon...
his strides upon Earth
whose labors to croon?
Here, gentleman, hear
her breaths are so soft.
Need this dough like skin,
a taste so aloft?
Her pulse like a symphony,
her steps on pools glistening,
her lips your night litany,
her hands light-wrought ivory.
Gentleman she swoons!
Her hips like snow dunes,
her words gentle noons
that light up your Junes.
Yet you stay away,
your respect holds sway.
Though she is nectar,
you drink not as night
does day.
Your gentle ways
lengthen the days,
though distance kept,
you oft' purvey
a sense of love,
as she turns your way.
