Yes she too walks in beauty like the night
upon the soft light of dusk she comes in silent mystery
she comes like the ebony padded paws of the panther
Eyes shining like a thousand diamonds in the pale moon light,
with the depth of a hundred oceans
she gazes into my soul,
searching . . .
Searching. . .
Skin smooth as satin,
colored like mother earth ,
turned by the plow of the farmer,
beaten by the soft rain of the heavens
My body fiends for her touch,
her sweet caress,
my heart is in distress
I ask for no more, no less
I must confess,
she's got me open, my heart in a mess
I love her lips, breast
thighs, legs and hips. . .
(with out her son, i go into fits)
True Helen of Troy may have launched a thousand ships,
yet her face is sill amiss
in comparison to my Miss
(oh no! don't get me wrong not to diss, for i wish not to offend or dare i say piss?)
For her beauty has brought forth
the
Sun,
Moon,
and Stars
made sunshine from rain
undone my sorrow and pain
'Tis shame not every woman can claim this fame.
'Tis shame. . .
'Tis shame. . .
I am blessed to attain her favor,
If I had to name her she would be a Flavor,
of sweet rich chocolate drenched with caramel
Or....
Maybe its hot fudge with Nuts
my heart therefore quells
I wish to give her what my heart contains,
a passion burning with desire,
a love so true,
tempered by the fire of the past and the cold frost of the future.
My heart willingly given healed form its sutures,
locked away from all moochers,
and yes like life from the cradle to the grave
or even like that low down thieving knave
i wish to posses that one crown Jewel,
The piece de`ressistance,
that thing that makes us fools. . .
