SILVERED PRACTICE of DON JUAN
When first we met, in sailor town,
the slim jim chased, and I was found.
His greedy lips did hold me down.
With me, he wed, and we were bound.
But leaves did crisp and we did fall
into set ways beneath old oak.
The charm and grace did hit a wall,
so I did wink and he awoke.
He turned, placed kiss upon my lips,
with silvered practice of Don Juan.
The shadowed moon - a great eclipse.
He’s my bright sun - curtains are drawn.
Find your Don Juan in places, close.
A smile in bed - a sizzling rose.
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