She's bringing me healthy enticement
No paid massage rubbing me wrong
But millet wine for our brunch on the morrow
Preferring a lovely giving and taking
Without bursting bubbles in a hot spring
Or skating away on a cool winter day in paradise
But no blue paradise on the dusky horizon
Behind three to naught in our ecstasy
But we aren't counting on winning or losing
When I fall short without morning magic
But If we’d had a dollar for every deep kiss
We could buy a Maserati with this
Yes, I gentlemanly left it home and childishly suffered
(Or was it the other way around)
Yes. I felt like Costanza’s water shrinkage
With tight sweetness urging me on
But she didn't falter or lose one heartbeat
As we pleased each other, hands down, so to speak
We walked in the fog around the lake
Stopping for shots of millet wine joy
Blended with nectar around the misty mountains,
The pine willow reflected in an aquatic dream.
A day to remember with no concern
With steamy wisps of love to burn
When Wednesday echoes of ecstasy appear,
If she isn’t the flower that blooms once a year
I’ll give birds the bird and take a chance
Save painted vases and fruit for old folks' homes
With whims of time in sweet secrecy.
Sensuous rendezvous instead of coffee.
December 24, 2020
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