Sunday, October 04, 2015 10:39 PM
The Music Of Love
By sweet columbine and punky woodbine lolls my baby,
Lounges my tiger, languishes my odalisque—she
Wouldn’t stay long but here she is now.
Oh, ripple of water over stones behind the purr—her
Throaty laughter at her own foolishness—she
Makes all nerve ends tingle, every single, ringa-dingle.
Scent of attar of roses and melon-musk sweet
As caramel with sea-salt sauce on vanilla bean ice-cream—her
Eyes have lips have tongue—all light and red and curly sweet—so
Sweet, so sweet—Oh, can I have some? Oh please?
Oh baby.
My sweeting, my darling one—come to me baby.
Wrap your warm soft arms about my neck—don’t
Withhold your sensuous, sinuous charms.
Run with me over the hay and the heather grasses
Your bare feet whisper among the blades
Your hair flies in the wind
Your eyes flash and your laughter rings off the hillsides—so
Sweet, so sweet—Oh, can I have some? Oh please?
Oh baby.
Enjoying your music at work 🙂 Thanks