Mr. Light Hair

Oh, you heard me.

You, with the big dark eyes.

(Seems Eros is anchored on this one)

I might like a taste beyond your lips,

beyond a few sensuous moments.


And your name


rolls off my tongue, falls in

syllable droplets, like myself, to your feet,

and dances around and comes back

to my ears, to my mind, wherein dreamt


are your big dark eyes,


Mr. Light Hair. Oh,

you heard me.


The End

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