It is a phase and material notions.

Solution is taxing.

Dexterity and coercion.   

 

Weapon of your spark.

There ballad for you.

This game is pure rugged.

“Be nice to me,” she said.

Give accolades what comes.

I am of such Providence

it kill the anxiety.

 

I’m endeared the woman.

A bit of thunder

with an eye given chance.

Priceless.

 

She let her fancy torn.

Sudden sacred.

Win you to my side.

It is safe to bring up old ways.

I want from you joys of life.

 

The overlook is yours.

Reverence in the positive.

She give him comfort.

I know from day dream.

Tapped wavelength.

The parties are tony.

Cast a bigger shadow

that captivate them.

Big windows the overlook.

Willing risk.

Wonderland. 

(I Could) Eat You Alive

The lamb is tender.

The dressing piquant.

She will have basmati rice.

The dressmaker is

World famous.

Sinister or sweet.

I could eat you alive.

By the day get

more eloquent.

Suffer a fellow

His whim.

Gifts elaborate

All the more.

It come with

the house wine.

 

The dressmaker

is world famous.

Leafy greens.

Tomato  basil.

Sinister or sweet

Wipe away memory of it.

A damp cloth.

Upper floor lavatory.

I could eat you alive.

Books

 It looks like rain.

Thunder and lightning.

The storms within and out, rage.

Unrestrained.

Red wine in a balloon glass goes to her head.

Wearing an old gown.

The lack of pride a sacrifice to Aphrodite.

 

Across from the bed.

A mirror against the wall.

Thunder crashes in her head.

She in the mirror

like the pictures her mother’s books.

The beauty how it looks.  

She pacify herself.

 

She walks the hallway feet bare counting steps.

To the back bedroom.

Ten of them to get her there.

As if Aphrodite herself would appear.

There is a season or reason.

Such an occurrence would be rare.

 

Rings from previous glasses, the bed side table 

stained and drippings of candle wax.

By now the weather as her grip on her glass is unstable.

It look like rain. The thunder and lightning.

The storms within and out, rage unrestrained.  

The Dress

I’m looking for a night or nights with a woman.

To remember what it feels like.

And that someone wants my company.

I’m not looking for sex however

I am willing to buy the dress and everything that goes with it.

And spend time together.

 Go out of my way to make you comfortable.

Sorry I get to keep the dress.

I am more than happy to keep our friendship this way.

I’m not looking for sex.

Just someone to hang out with.

 I’m 420 friendly.

 I’m a lover of wine or cocktails.

Good music and good company.

If you’re interested send me a picture

of your type of dress/outfit and your phone number.

How you would like to spend the night.

I would prefer someone who lives close by. 

They get talking

like I’m legend.

They are untamed.

The forest is where

to make it.

This idyllic

speak to life.

 

A curious we

talk about in fond.

All is memorable.

 

And given time

to see it through.

It is wine and

domestic act.

 

It come two fold.

This is the way.

She pounce impulse.

I can only hope

fortune in bunches.

Feral actors known for.

Heroine has landed. 

In hard times I bring the wine.

Show me passion 

and gallery she mimic.

No stranger to the lure. 

She top that.

I’m Bedlamite.

Things come together full on jibe.

Flattery, the furtherance the good time.

She has a tell.

Lover when spoke.

Love spell.

Time and trend.

The nubile and the diaspora

bide the “Metropolitan.”

The eyes wide 

more than casual endeavor.

Could be from the audience.

They are raucous.

I am that man of arts.

Wolf of now. ©

 

The score misery and bedfellows.

Best of the grit collide

and the reach expand.

The local evil dwell.

Her people perturbed

and think she manage him.

She lost in real time.

 

The walls are thin.

Village girls left to influence.

Grand house and carriage.

Build of tension.

In clandestine the best collide.

Course  of youth.

A space she full of favor.

She present a look upon.

A hold on me.

Society enthusiasts renaissance. ©

The bricks and the glass and

the tree lined streets.

The whole be seen.

Tense dramas borne of fancy and privy.

Last we talk, you're partisan.

Fight the melancholy.

There’s living

if love is fate.

Measured increments.

Words alluring.

 

To page on you my love as the bard.

The wind whip of sentiment

she beautiful this way.

Dress as dressed.

Do what you will.

 Poets lot is tribute.

Dress is meaning when black

and beneath that, grin.

 

So long I’d written this boys and girls.

I seize on a kiss.

Association with price.

Heavy is the heart that pay it.

I am Bedlamite.

When like the rest I want her genuine.

Was taboo now,

all the precious I’ve dreamt .

And well-wishers they know I am lost.

Talk of love will out.

Time of hard times.

The lure the rare air.

Opportunist, I bookend revelry.

Attempt be intimate, she mean it.

Run tell that. ©

The gown make you muse.

She love me sure as told me,

that fancy in my company

elicit a whisper.

The great why, 

and you’re in need.

The way open and stark.

 is how oft a body at play.

The gown is sheer.

Organic is best.

In the noir 

you are centered.

Elicit sound, 

the great why.

The thunder and

the shudder.

The way open and 

hope-ward bound.©