The Prose of Devastation

Like a hurricane Devastation over taking She kissed my soul Spun me around She is part of my prose Within my special blue rose At this instance wanting ice tea On the beach, she was handing me What I sought She was there for me devastatingly She was the one all along I was hoping I could reach A devastation of sensuality at Paradise's door She was the cause for shore Easy teasing pleasing sunshine galore Floral laughter coming up through The sands as her presence commands More and more lovelier minute by minute Salaciously devastating, her royal blue goal Feverous devotion stretched out into The royalist of blue yonder an eye could Wander into the blue where ocean and Heaven meet filling a wanting heart Flamboyantly devastation ushers in For every eye to see No lady more lovelier than she Tipping this world on its axis For she and me With plush worlds of grass according To lucid plans For in this dream of dreams Lovelier becomes her on This sphere here On this world I AM LORD AND SHE IS LORDESS DANCE..... DANCE