Flexing my becepped arms around the thinned down waist of my wife. <br />Her breathe doth' sweet smelled to a nose, oh so simple-sweetly a rose. <br />Twilight's mooned beam to my face- <br />Happly metted silhouette, beamed and gleamed. <br />A massaged message to her meet, <br />gently nudged to treat thy meat met treat. <br />Feet so small and dainty of thine- <br />I drink you in to taste one mine. <br />Wine ag'ed aptly, wine ag'ed right- <br />No more tempting to cockly fight. <br />A spoon in saucepan stirs as my emotion- <br />Created by me your lov'ed love potion. <br />Locks and bangs filter down thy backened shoulders <br />well curv'ed divine- <br />Haply dued-Debt be mine. <br />Heart well swept as what wet ocean, <br />Rubbed to me as was my lotion. <br />Tendered ankles between each feet, <br />softly touched of my beat'ed heart- <br />bebop, bebop, bebop! Hence when we meet today- <br />Forever set upon my front porch swing- <br />Launching to heart, one last'ed ever zing.<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-swung-to-thee/
