I've always been infatuated, <br />with understated, overrated <br />as well as those opinionated <br />yet seldom too sophisticated, <br />perhaps a bit domesticated <br />occasionally intoxicated <br />but not routinely perforated <br />with homely and unsaturated <br />and openly decaffeinated <br />of wildebeest's savannah-gated <br />(which gets my innards titillated) <br />a member of the dreamer's gender <br />of skin so soft and lips so tender <br />that all the days in my calendar <br />will never ever justice render <br />but hide the raspy voice of splendor <br />oh yes, I hasten to surrender, <br />not as a cheap and sly pretender <br />but proud and merciless offender. <br />So many fishes in the sea <br />a thousand little waves for me. <br />I do not long to own the key <br />as freedom is not liberty <br />though hire me as consignee <br />to dwell within the booboisie <br />all power of my pedigree <br />will hold me up to speak to thee <br />all lasses dance around my tree <br />and pout their little lips at me. <br />Alive I never shall retire <br />it is their essence I admire <br />etheric oils that keep the fire <br />and flaming tongues to tempt a friar <br />a dress of ruffled Biedermeier <br />It is the scent that I desire.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/women-18/
