Love On a Lark

On a truant stroll did embark Amorous libertine on a lark Half past eight, almost dark Chance encounter in the park Whimsical glance hit the mark Scintilating essence; a meadowlark Glowing eyes radiated a spark Glimmering lips lust did earmark Craven, black hair so sleek, so stark Bleating bosom her beaconing bulwark Cleavage mapped by tight, clinging sark Hips slithering along like a careening shark Silken nylons her sensuous trademark Writhing, to her milky nectar I did hark