JUST GENTEEL
Procuring reliance
proclaimed with introspective pride.
She's a delicate woman,
I surrender to her luscious eyes
as they quarrel with her surroundings
in such an insidious manner.
Yet, with her smile, more delicate than
the serenity felt by the loveless few
who indefinitely covet her.
She can create such a celestial interlude,
bringing a cascade of sparkling bliss
to all who feel her pulsating presence
evolving everything in her strong
and gentle surroundings.
Her vigilant apprehensions
surmise the placidity
so few seem to attain.
Socially apt to adapt to any medium.
One still can not be torn away from
a feeling of such enigmatic proportion
seeming to evoke the need for
constant and immediate action.
It might be me,
Intrigue has never plagued me more than
when I see, smell or sense this genteel, cultured,
polished, gracefully stylish, urbanely refined woman.
I breathe a quite sigh
as I once again try to translate
her wonderful presence...
Luscious lips,
soft clear voice,
lean and slender.
Quite a choice.
Caring in a humble way.
Darling take my breath away.
Hush gracious baby.
Shall you cry?
The mountain your climbing
is not that high.
Insight is a desire
You might never inquire.
Love yourself,
You'll catch on fire.
Care and admiration follow this genteel One.
Shall I tempt to douse her flames?
Whenever she has nothing to say,
Her eyes seem to be telling me to stay...
11/10/91
3:25am
