A closer peek, whilst you dip for a change
Saw her Creeping Eye hunt and strip for yours
That her Morsels be a Morrow's Good Range
And Nike erupt lay her Hand once more
So surpassed was for this Triumph enough
Placed Corks on your Darling Secret indeed
To Sheath her Blade; As Sharp as it was Tough
Print her Mare's Great Passion on your own Steed
And now the Beard. A Mark of your Decide
Rely her Purpose of her Heart in-place
As the Rouse takes shape and Vogue seeps inside
Happy be her Lips inch closer to your Face.
Predictable. As your Plans to delay
Browse your Swollen Medal to the Bulging Fray.