LUST FOR LIFE
by Andrew Grant
Mezmerised by emerald eyes
And iridescent skin.
Those eyes were pools of fire flies,
I wanted to dive in.
Dazzling shine of chestnut hair
With hypnotising scent.
That hair with scent of meadow air,
Lord let me repent.
I cast my eyes upon her breasts
And perfect button nose;
With perfect breasts she has been blessed
My voluptuous English rose.
A graceful turn of graceful hands
Through hands and time will fall the sands
Of my lamentable obsession