Queen moved with attitude but that's all-right,
displaying the finest in visual perfection this night.
No way for any other in the vicinity to challenge,
she captivates the scene with an eloquent balance.
Cunning & sharp, the buisness sense of a Don.
Unquestionable heart, in her hunt your the fawn.
Maneater, she'd defeat a flock of boys flick 'em like fleas.
Then pick one up and make him fly her and some friends
over seas.
Most at ease in a spa getting pampered, mud baths &
massage and no drama to hamper her.
Vamp when she wants to be treated unlike the others.
Giving lovers goose pimples, jitters & the st-st-stutters.
If she met my mother I'm quite sure she'd approve, woman to woman both fully still in their grooves.
To label her as merely beautiful really doesn't quite say enough. Some use this word so frivolously describing horses, cars and stupid stuff.
Humbled I'm awestruck feeling the angst of possible rejection
I'll call this woman Complex Perfection.

Hopeful the innocence is not some anomaly beguiling my
effervescence. I seek only true ladies not false harlots
in my search for a soul mates presence.
Never to be the perfect sire for those wealth seeking vixens.
Although I approach the table with more than less,
you must have something to mix in.
Cling to the rein and steady your course,
sometimes you can never tame the wild horse inside.
So many willing to just go along for a ride that
trapdoors are ignored and their lost without guide.
This type of display can only heighten the confusion
so feral feelings are born. Be-chanced something abject my heart once was bitter from wretched scorn. Withered to a cold stone from many times being lied to and torn.
Sworn allegiance to help those in-love stay,
so more ♥fills the air and less dismay.
Weave a quilt of stories told redundantly and your
lore falls far short of legendary.
Speak as truly you can and receive sweet blessings
as your given answers to your love query.

Never been one to say the words "I can't". Your name leaves my mouth like an ancient chant. We belong as the night trips day light for eternal is the laughter, from now on until the distant hereafter. My humble nervous heart willing, is she bearing devotion as pure innocence overwhelms me? Gifted with conversation wildly fascinating, has surely cast a spell altering my fantasy. In my mind our dance would be close and slow, undressing each other with eyes while a soft sax blow.
How warm her hands feel in mine newly joined, the wish for this to be a real love envoy. The air crisp enough to see dew glistening on lingering fall colors. Heated desire as winter carefully forms two more hopeful lovers. Harsh anticipation this weaves throughout my jaded history with caretaking anothers emotions. So easy for some to be scripted after time spent and just going through the motions. With feelings clearly unbalanced there will never be a chance. I suppose it should be kept in my mind this precious fantasy dance.

Laughter is best when the giggles come unexpected, releasing
bad energy and replenishing your perspective.
So stuck in the hustle & struggles of making a way. Trying to keep the monkey off the back and make peace with another day.
It isn't the vision but the heart that leads this mission.
Feel very strong as mental concepts evolve into concise life decisions. Harmless desire to tickle if you fancy, second in nature for me romance be. Not many but few have been allowed in my garden, fewer still have tasted the fruits.
Make me roar out in laughter and you're well on your way ladies to knocking my boots. Not nearly that easy just a really good start as a gentleman I have my morals in tact.
But goofy is good in my book because the daily grind is
serious as a heartattack.

After we held hand's for a long time and let go, things felt so strange. And they wont feel quite right I guess until we hold hand's again.
I don't wanna seem to clingy, but if you need anything please ring me. It would be my pleasure to do what you want,
be the man you really need to see.
You won't have to ask a second time, your wish is my desire. Inspired by your command of all the attention, and men so willing to walk through fire. For they so willing to lay life on line, what good are they dead with love.
This after all is what you desired the most, not some foolish
adrenaline thug. Firm yet yielding to the touch, calming yet
wild enough to make you blush. I can be very discreet, if
you want to keep it quiet just between us.
I don't need to let anybody try to take away my smile.
This one's a 1 chance in a lifetime, not a once in a while.