Slowly and slowly as i approach her quivered bed... <br />Just regarded before her stead. <br />Slantedly and scantly i settled her dear, dear head... <br />Belay this moment i detest my dread. <br />Perspirational beads drip on down like mini buckets of sweat, way before they fall through an imaginary basketball backboard's net... <br />Hidey hoe and like away in a far off chartered chariot racing away should i do go. <br />Unsettled the way that angrilly i may soon have to show... <br />Slow down that anger's heat. <br />Let her do to show me her muffled meat... <br />I love the woman's dainty little feet. <br />Oh, so delicate a wonderous vision, for mine eyes to well share this treat... <br />A heart shaped ass, well proportionately molded well by God, to amass this fine lady lass totally encased with class. <br />I am what but a prisoner of your love, my lady dove!<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-to-be-a-prisoner-of-your-lady-loved-dove/
