I’m on the floor grinning
as she sets the table
with silver utensils
porcelain plates
and a cloth napkin
to wipe that grin off my face
I’m lost
in the shape of her
the way she looks back at me
blushing,
incarnate
as I caress
her
with desirous eyes
Poetry and Whatnot from The Earl of Monte
I’m on the floor grinning
as she sets the table
with silver utensils
porcelain plates
and a cloth napkin
to wipe that grin off my face
I’m lost
in the shape of her
the way she looks back at me
blushing,
incarnate
as I caress
her
with desirous eyes