par chance
and if I did haveth
a sprig of warmth to share
or a new color upon a
yet discovered bloom to bestow
then I too t'would think of THE
in myriad shades of my
so expected grin
and betwixt a hint of honey suckle
to sashay its sweetest scented way
and stir thine nostalgic nasal core
with but the bewitching scents
of sweet subtle womanly intent
mine as were
to torture thy
like in
floral beds of yore
in so much uniquely stated
passion
that THE most often associates
oh so sensuously
with this prolific poetic she
giving right of way to
sweetly bussed lavender lips
of the softest ilk
so lush and laving
amid the milky warm satin
of languishing lily white
supple skin
yours
in heated reverence
for the tireless tasting......................
(Nov. 16, 2009 1017am)