i.

Her ethnic blithe
Maketh me high;
I tasteth her nectar
And goggle her lithe.

ii.

I nestle neath
And inside her mind;
sultry, indulging
Silked so fine.

iii.

She is mine bower
In noontide tower;
She is mine hour
Filipino flower.

iv.

Fullsome In yore
In kingdom's of galore;
Mine Reyna, mine manliligaw
Mine kaluluwa, mine amour'.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane dedication