"LOVE'S BALLET"...

Foregoing the measure of my Love for her
I approximate, the size of the moon
If it cannot beam
As she does,
My measure is ripe
For her Love,
And the enchanted places on her neck
Where the smooth consideration
Of her supple instrument
Sends music
Through the pulse of me
And drives
My hesitation
Insane,
So, I drip the honey
And fragrances of Love
On her curiosity
Which arouses her
And wriggles free her inhibitions
Affording me
The unhindered opportunity
For true Love's
Ballet.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)