The Usa

I saw you shuffling through the dusk of city street Your figure accenting bringing my eyes to rest Like prodigals on the pleasing pillars of your breast The cadence of your footstep frolicked in its beat And all through the dim evening time of my desire The fragrance of your body hung upon my nose. Your face veiled by the shadows tossed me like clothes Petals of smile that stirred my thirst, dare I retire Then the pursuit of your form, dare I not deserve Every dripless drop of my fantasy to hunt and serve My famished heart your promised fare? Your attire Cue others to your marginal pedigree, O but not I Something in me had me endowed your slave to be Some ancient gene that wrote on my deep identity Said though you would decieve me, I'm your prey. Here then in your cultured gloom let me find repose And though you feed upon my blood, bring you rose.