Songbird Erotica
—Songbird Erotica—
There with the grassy-green beneath her,
There with the fair blue, sky, so above,
Along the fingers of some valley,
See how she fits just like a glove.
Oh, and she can be caught out in the open,
As she happily flirts about the scene,
And just before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
And then she sings.
There with the sunset on the horizon,
There with the shadows setting in,
Beside a sea of polished silver,
See how she holds herself to the wind.
Oh, and she can be caught out in the open,
As she happily flirts about the scene,
And just before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
Yes, she can be caught out in the open,
Soars as she flirts about the scene,
And right before winging ‘gainst the future,
She stops and she digs herself in deep.
And then she sings,
And then she sings,
Then she sings,
Ah she sings.
s.d. Long © July 2011
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2012
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