You asked the other day, my sweet, <br />just what it was that had attracted me <br />to you, who felt a common fish within a school <br />of many, swimming aimless circles in the raging sea. <br /> <br />I thought about your query, nothing really seemed to fit, <br />perhaps it was the lot, sum total of it all. <br />You know, the body parts, the spirit and the soul. <br />The answer could suffice, I think but really wouldn't meet <br />the standards you expect from me, so let me overrule, <br />which now I've done, the carnal stuff and every dangling bit <br />and concentrate on what would be the quintessential of the whole. <br />which, in an instant, separates the body fat from being short or tall. <br /> <br />So, here I am, my love, all yours, and please ignore the grin, <br />I thought perhaps you'd be in need of Sir Gillette? <br />Allow me to preside and carry out this menial routine. <br />It will take hours to create perfection though. <br />When all is done there shall be silkiness and sheen <br />down to that freckle on your pretty little toe. <br /> <br />It is the taste, and then, the fragrance of your skin.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-me-48/
