JUST GENTEEL

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