Yet again I write to you,
The postie with the fluid song.
The picture with a youthful bling
The solemn traits of a serious queen.
A salaciousness that puts all in awe
A genuineness that fights with gore.
Sveltely trussed with beauties bond,
Sexiness that spells come on.
Digression is an easy fate,
Especially if confronted with such daint.
Splendiferous with grace and nonchalant taste,
Your lips they speak with a hypnotic embrace.
Your cheeks they light up a wintry sky,
Your face is welcome at any old time.
I have a flower, its’ coloured in yellow,
I’m going to place it under your chin.
Watch it sparkle against your soft whim,
Tell you a line and see your nice grin.