It is a phase and material notions.

Solution is dexterity and coercion.   

 

Weapon of your spark.

There ballad for you.

This game is pure rugged.

Be nice to me.

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 a lover of wine.

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.