She was strongly shambolic
And of the large indiscreet trees
Like through falling glass their leave
Malinely, so near, so near
Sat upon a great chair
In the nude, she fidgeted her hands
On her cheek a fresh breeze
Her little feet they ended her, they ended her
I was the colour of the sky
A little determined ray
Butterflies in my mouse
And on her lip, like flies on roses
I basked in her fine features
She gave out doses of her brutal laughter
Which like a hand grenade exploded in clear trills
A beautiful laugh of crystal
Her little feet on their path
I savoured them :- walk me to the end
-The first audacious permission
The feigned laughter from punishment
-Poor palpitation of my lower lip
I slowly kissed her eyes:
She let her head fall
On her back, oh it is the best
Mr, I have two words to say
And a whole tree of indiscretions
