In times I bring the wine.

Show me passion 

and gallery she mimic.

No stranger to lure. 

She top that.

I’m Bedlamite.

Things come together full on jibe.

Flattery, the furtherance 

the good time.

She has a tell.

Lover. Love spell.

Time and trend.

The nubile and the diaspora

bide the “Metropolitan.”

The eyes wide 

more than casual endeavor.

Could be the audience.

They are raucous.

I am wolf of now. ©

 

The score misery 

and bedfellows.

Best of the grit collide

and the reach expand.

The local evil dwell.

Her people perturbed.

 

The walls are thin.

Village girls left to influence.

Grand house and carriage.

Build on tension.

In clandestine the best collide.

Course of youth.

A space she favor.

She present a 

hold on me.

Society enthusiasts. 

Renaissance. ©