In a moment, rise and stride across that greying, ragged carpet.
Pick-me-up and out the door until I see you, find you, standing there.
In that red sweater, cut so low, an angel and a lover sweetest child.
To light my weary countenance and then EXPLODE
In regimental style, the leg in front of leg,
The undulation of those hips. Side to side to side.
With curves like rivers and flowing just underneath,
Secret little streams, and finger tips all moving.
That cherry red of lips so small and thin. Beckoning,
The call to part and taste
And taste the bitter, sickly sweet and lie and sink forever.