Your tan won't matter,
nor will leather shoes.
A wink, an eyelash flutter
Eyes that look only through
Her darkness penetrating
your light, but a dream
Inside her silent fountain
you, a trickle touch of stream
Your perfume may entice her
A cleanly shaven caress
But to get down inside her
march through your own mess
To really get down inside her
all you knew stands in your way
**** all your shine and shimmer
the polished opinions thrown away
Even on your knees, she cannot see
Even your serenade, she cannot hear
The only volume she can muster
is the volume of your love or fear.
Stand, sit, lean or cower
Poetry, curses, gold or brown
Dive into her world of power
Leaving ripples without a sound.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Your tan won't matter,
nor will leather shoes.
A wink, an eyelash flutter
Eyes that look only through
Her darkness penetrating
your light, but a dream
Inside her silent fountain
you, a trickle touch of stream
Your perfume may entice her
A cleanly shaven caress
But to get down inside her
march through your own mess
To really get down inside her
all you knew stands in your way
**** all your shine and shimmer
the polished opinions thrown away
Even on your knees, she cannot see
Even your serenade, she cannot hear
The only volume she can muster
is the volume of your love or fear.
Stand, sit, lean or cower
Poetry, curses, gold or brown
Dive into her world of power
Leaving ripples without a sound.
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