He was dressed in black as he beckoned her with a charming air …
And a twinkling glance; this young girl with the golden hair.
And said he to her,
“Come my Sweet, there is much to see, and much to do,
I will show you pleasures old and new.
You and I have walked awhile, Towed the line,
Every moment you gave that smile.
And many a time, with desirous eyes,
I have traced the length of your long fair lines.
Now I see your willing … trembling lips;
Oh, how i would love to ply them with my wanton fingertips.
But please don’t be shy, I have traveled the world — a life well worn —
Only to place my head upon your pale sweet thigh.
Funny how Jealous was I of the clothes you wear;
For they clung to what I often imagined bare.
So now come My Sweet,
I alone can make your eyes glow at night;
with the most envious of delights.”
He was dressed in black as he beckoned her with a charming stare …
A twinkling glance; this young girl with the golden hair.
Said he to her: “Take my hand and I will show you how to breathe in air.”
Kaisha Trzaska 