Oh pretty boy, with skin of almonds hot roasted,
Of haughty pout & head held in stance so
boasted,
How I desire to touch your syrupy nut warmed
skin,
And kiss that winking dimple, in your sweet
cleft chin.
Oh pretty boy, with ebony hair of raven´s inky
plume,
Caressed in braid of jet, by oily fingers of
full moon,
How I would love to stroke, that soft &
silken skein,
As it curls around your nape, in drops of falling
rain.
Oh pretty boy, with black eyes, from sunny olive
grove,
Reflecting ancient paths, where you amble, wend
& rove,
How I want to drown, within their dark &
carbon depths,
Tip-toeing, stroke by liquid stroke & step
by gentle step.
Oh pretty boy, bruised figs of mauve, your luscious
juicy lips,
From whence my thirst I´ll quench, with liquid
slaking sips,
How I want your sugared kisses boy, selfishly
& just for me,
Like the
dew-rinsed rose bud, inviting the passing honey bee.
Oh pretty
boy, with sweat slicked brow, of hard earned toil,
Perfumed
by old farmhouse stoves & God´s good loamy soil,
How I dream
of sailing, within your mahogany rippled arms,
Oh pretty
boy, dreams as these, will certainly lead to harm.
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