ODE TO MY FEMME (FROM A LORD BYRON FAN)

                           

I’ve seen not near a beauty
as the one beneath her glow
I think not my eyes will seek
Another one to know
This favored moment time elapse
Reside within the core
Sharing spirits as we collapse
Swells crashing on the shore... Stoned
                           
Deep brown eyes chromatic sea
instant needs in time
as both ensure the equity
The campaign is sublime
jocund scene in chamber
measure not the depth
Effusive words eulogized
Kidnaping all the breath... Stoned
 
Handmade silk from India
Laid flat across the lace
The rest is bare like the desert air
With moments of foretaste
Wander through the silky web
Pursuing where to start
Alas in awe the ice will thaw
Find refuge with the heart... Stoned
 
Touch and loiters North than South
lingers long below
Pleading words come from the mouth
No one else has known
The cadence of the carnal act
Sails slowly bow and stern
Continues past the morning light
With fever rage and burn... Stoned
 
Journeys end once more to rest
Upon what may prevail
A moment lost in triumph
and virtues of the male
with scented smile projected
aura on my femme
see her as a goddess pure
will surely yearn again...Stoned