Table

Thine Panties And A Table Dance

 

 

♥♡♥

 

If thou might harken to 

 

The sound of my aching sighs,

 

But woe is me!! My heart lives with thy!

 

And mine heart lie cold and dark

 

Under the shining light of 

 

Such slight of hand,

 

For how shall I live 

 

Without the sight of thine 

 

Ruffled bodice graced upon mine weary eyes

 

So temptuously lying upon thy chest?

 

♡♥♡

 

Thou mak'est 

 

Wretched thot of thy soul's shining armor

 

And thine inconstancy of thy hand

 

Upon my supple breasts.

 

♡♥♡

 

I need thine dancing groin 

 

And thee glorious sight 

 

Of thine lacy panties upon thy soft feathered locks,

 

Thy serpent hanging low and mine eyes

 

To wake it's pulse as it doth reach the heights of heaven,

 

Like moonbeams tender kisses upon thy sea,

 

My love, I wait for those panties and a table dance,

 

I wait for thee. ;-)

 

♥♡♥

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just practicing fun to learn old english. *with sarcasm intended* ;-)

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The Great Mad Man

Sitting at a wooden uneven table looking into the eyes of the great mad man,

Talking beyond senses,

Belief in a coming realm,

Switches blink-blink between now and nothing quick like flickity-flicks between t.v. screens,

I believed his eyes that were

hung-on-stars-like-bird-ribs-that-resemble-cages-they are trapped in,

A soft blanket comfort shoots from them,

He saw it,

Something in-between a moment and epiphany-dream-wake,

Stirring Black and Opel,

Painting the haunted ghost,

A shadow to forget,

Oh, Yes,

It knew him,

It knew his magnet-heart-song,

It saw where evil lives,

Splintered between,

 

rivers, puddles, lakes, straits, raindrops, mildew, brow-sweat, bottle-can-perspiration, god's one and only tear,

Tiny and hanging on time windows traveling like directionless compasses, 

There,

Blue,

There,

Art inside everything,

There,

Underneath frozen Giants,

A polite bow for the dying sun,

Ahhh, yes,

Slow sleepless dream, 

How he colors night with his black permanent marker,

Shades in the moon,

Holding His Magnificent Lonely Glow in the Distance

 
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