Her endorsement in dry wit
I must admit wets my lips
and as I tickle her underside, I say oh my
thank god for my sweet tanner lady

I watch her beating her leather
maybe lamb or a young heffer
but I watch her beat it into shape
she comes without storms or high weather

She is the girl of my dreams
my catfish in a silver stream
my would be or maybe
my sweet tanner lady

When I do trek back to the void
she will be my only compassionate voice
and her heart will beat for mine
till the end of time


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris