TygerEyez
Uninterested...
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2001
- Posts
- 1,515
'Neath the Moon of cloudless Skies
Lie the spendor of Mine Mistress eyes
The deep, the dark doth produce a thrill,
Alas! The words allude me still.
'Tis the lonely dream of many nights
To hold thee, Mistress, in my sights.
For shame! Too long, too far away
Be my Mistress this very day.
Have faith, my heart; Pray, weep no more,
Though thy mistress is on yonder shore.
From here, may I proclaim Thy grace
And tell the glory of Thy face.
And while afar my Mistress be,
These lips will tell mine love of She.
Around thy face, dark hair alights
And puts to shame the ebon nights
For what could any Raven Black
Go "head to beak" with what it lacks?
The strands, the tendrils, all more the rare,
Are just a frame to a face so fair.
Almond eyes of chocolate brown
A lifted nose, a sensuous frown.
A slender neck with perfect slope
A snowy expanse of swanlike throat.
A collarbone I yearn to kiss
For ne'er have I know a glory as this.
Thy arms, though strong, are feather light
I yearn to know them this lonely night.
Lucky is he who finds his rest,
Upon such a soft and supple breast.
Thy body, it flows, like Rivers do wind
To treasures hidden, longing to find.
Longer legs, to dainty toes
Each inch I dream: Mine love still grows.
And now, My Mistress, see your beauty plain
And know that I strive to know your fame.
For what more chance, will e'er I get,
To know a more beautious pet?
Lie the spendor of Mine Mistress eyes
The deep, the dark doth produce a thrill,
Alas! The words allude me still.
'Tis the lonely dream of many nights
To hold thee, Mistress, in my sights.
For shame! Too long, too far away
Be my Mistress this very day.
Have faith, my heart; Pray, weep no more,
Though thy mistress is on yonder shore.
From here, may I proclaim Thy grace
And tell the glory of Thy face.
And while afar my Mistress be,
These lips will tell mine love of She.
Around thy face, dark hair alights
And puts to shame the ebon nights
For what could any Raven Black
Go "head to beak" with what it lacks?
The strands, the tendrils, all more the rare,
Are just a frame to a face so fair.
Almond eyes of chocolate brown
A lifted nose, a sensuous frown.
A slender neck with perfect slope
A snowy expanse of swanlike throat.
A collarbone I yearn to kiss
For ne'er have I know a glory as this.
Thy arms, though strong, are feather light
I yearn to know them this lonely night.
Lucky is he who finds his rest,
Upon such a soft and supple breast.
Thy body, it flows, like Rivers do wind
To treasures hidden, longing to find.
Longer legs, to dainty toes
Each inch I dream: Mine love still grows.
And now, My Mistress, see your beauty plain
And know that I strive to know your fame.
For what more chance, will e'er I get,
To know a more beautious pet?
A little impromptu so it's not great, but... *shrugs* LOL!
