IF I COULD TOUCH THE HELM OF HER GARMENT
My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman
her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold
her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees
her face was more glistering than the night stars
her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun!
her dear dear tongue was wetter than the fishes of the ocean
her eyebrows were more ravishing than the early morning sun
her kiss being smoother than early morning delicacies
her laps will sink the holiest of men into the quicksands of passion
her seat radiates even more of her beauty
she stood up with full blown beauty from her seat
swaying and shaking her hips from side to side
mesmerized by her ambience, my emotion dissolved like a candle wax
and I forgot how to breath
She looked at me carefully and smiled
I then dashed towards her like a resourceful idiot controlled by emotion
but she meandered and walked away
I sat helplessly crying like an orphaned infant bird
why should i lose one of the most beautiful things on earth?
if she would not allow me to hold her,
then let her allow me to touch the helm of her garment
for this alone could give me all I wanted
Who is this darling of mine?
She is peace! absolute peace!! total peace!!!
that gives one joy and keeps one from trouble, sorrow and tears!
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