Your Loving Breasts

tonight’s sunset, went down in flames
dazed and confused, forgot that dame
been so lonely, yet I have been so lame
l’est a shrew, my desire for her to tame

her slender figure, under the moonlight
blurring of time, in the end it’s twilight
tears that rolls begins to blind my sight
let chirping fireflies, be a source of light

pin drop silence, we paddled through
a snaky river, this ain’t the Baby Blue
a flash of light, then a lightning strikes
there’s a dense forest on the river dykes

her figure, reappears by the pier
thinly clad dress, trailing her here
mystique waters, yet i feel no fear
c’est magnifique, a whisper i hear

the days has been lonely and long
whispers in my ears, a lovely song
reach out to her, my will is strong
take her aboard, she comes along

dark skies, all stars in their place
down the river, abundance of space
reflection off her shoulder, its grace
the thin dress, it’s pearly white lace

a natural in beauty, lace at its best
a feeling, can’t keep long in my chest
in the safety of lily cornice they rest
yet flowing perfectly, over her breasts

let these hands roam freely, tonight
dark, musky and strong, it feels right
supplest feelings, those pearly whites
warmth of solitude, with you at night

your excitement, I feel they protrude
soft threads, the lace lets them loose
this will always be a customary attitude
loving your dress and breasts in cruce