When I awake

When I awake

When I awake on dreary days,
I lie a while and softly gaze,
Upon the beauty next to me;
The prettiest girl there’ll ever be.

Cocooned within these sheets of cotton,
My worries of the world forgotten.
Replaced with thoughts of summer skies
With you, I feel the butterflies.

Your lips a delicate soft delight
That smile and make the darkness bright.
And eyes that when they meet with mine
Reflect your soul’s eternal shine.

I stroke your warm and tender skin
That shrouds your beating heart within.
A heart, I pray, that beats for me,
As mine shall always beat for thee.

When I awake on dreary days
As you remain in dreamy haze
I smile and thank the Gods above
As once again I fall in love.
 

A Woman Of Easy Virtue

Her face was hid like a gibbous moon, behind the feckless bounder.
I’d ransacked half of Soho ‘til eventually I found her!
Canoodled in the corner of a joint near Leicester Square;
I recognized her raucous laugh and erogenous flowing hair.
Uncouthly quaffing coups of fizz, the philtre that he gave her;
I smiled with grim delight to know this moment I would savour!
I made my way between the brutes all bragging of their Porsches;
The air so dense with self-important scent it made me nauseous.
Her face jerked up with eyes a-wide like a dog expecting treats,
But all I had to feed this was knowledge of her deceits!
Her cheeks transposed like litmus as she heard my words of acid.
To both of our annoyance the young cad remained quite placid.
”There was a time a gentleman would stand up for his lady!”
He calmly ed a snook and sniped, “She’s hardly Marcia Brad...

A Woman Of Easy Virtue

Her face was hid like a gibbous moon, behind the feckless bounder.
I’d ransacked half of Soho ‘til eventually I found her!
Canoodled in the corner of a joint near Leicester Square;
I recognized her raucous laugh and erogenous flowing hair.
Uncouthly quaffing coups of fizz, the philtre that he gave her;
I smiled with grim delight to know this moment I would savour!
I made my way between the brutes all bragging of their Porsches;
The air so dense with self-important scent it made me nauseous.
Her face jerked up with eyes a-wide like a dog expecting treats,
But all I had to feed this was knowledge of her deceits!
Her cheeks transposed like litmus as she heard my words of acid.
To both of our annoyance the young cad remained quite placid.
”There was a time a gentleman would stand up for his lady!”
He calmly ed a snook and sniped, “She’s hardly Marcia Brad...