Since my first glance
Of the lady like a gazelle
Along the silent street
I have hoped
To meet her again.
Since the first gaze—
My solitary admiration of her ebony figure
Along Joseph Harrison street,
Passionately have I scripted
My heart's sequential expressions:
“Let me fill your heart
with bundles of gazania flower,
let me into your warm arms and
hover my lips over yours
in the confines of my gazebo.”
“Let me have a taste
of your succulent breast--
a sweet cherry in the forest--
to bedew my rusty heart
for being in love again!”
Severely, Shallion hissed
And grasped my thigh,
Slowly she clung her red-lips
Tighter to my subtly moistened lips
Along the silent street.
