BABE IN A BASQUE

A babe in a basque
be all that I ask
for my company
in lust's reverie.
 
Let her be a blonde,
blue eyed, can respond,
of pretty good shape
that makes me go ape.

Eyes that make me dare
to take her to where
angels fear to tread,
on top of the bed.

With lips that do pout,
bear down on my spout,
giving me good head
as I stand, clothes shed.
 
Be one who can charm
me with a raised arm
with well shaven pits
and, yes, lady bits.
 
With arms that can twist,
be bound at the wrist
and legs that can twine
round me like a vine.
 
This man would prefer
red worn upon her
as chosen colour,
to raise his ardour.