Mademoiselle Mysteree...

Lying there, with another I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream I kissed her once, twice for gleam Only to find, she’s not in my reality! Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree! All heavens know that I’m her dreamer I- who took her for all I saw: A set of eyes that sang, sweetly in silken-skies With luscious-lips, made for the moon- mild and mellow… Her sacred breasts- The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest All hips and thighs, each to explore my Ecstasy! Sitting there, in my reverie I crave her whisper all day long (My night) simmered in shivery-song, yawning for sips of her morning-glee and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey! Standing there, standing still… Where I met her once in time past I kiss her once, but never twice Since she baptized me in her silence Then, now despised me just for believing her!