I see this girl
Clad in dark, indigo denim
and my entire,
Accumulative
Ambition as a male.
The final abyss,
Land of good company
And the only home for me,
Should be a sight mediocre when compared
to this beauty
(To put Beauty to shame).
Honestly,
it is a scientific fact that the sun rises each day only
So that we may see this Morning Star
and sets only so that we may not go blind from staring too long.
My eyes afire,
she walks about as the
Love-child of sensuality and desire
and the World trembles
like the very earthquake that will swallow
us all.
She saunters and envy spreads
Like the plague
Across rivers,
Oceans,
Mountains,
Continents
(And in my more lubricated dreams,
My bedroom);
Filling the amber fields,
Salty, blue water,
And women everywhere.
Clouded,
Confused,
We low folk with female attractions
Must struggle with unfathomably strong desires
and not nearly enough room in our pants as makes comfortable to sit
(Though no one could help us if we were to stand).
Her hips,
Giver of life,
Thief of my soul,
Bane of every man who breathes
(Though,
Perhaps on seeing them,
We cannot)
Storm the battlements of sanity
And burn that mother’ down.
They stand
(And my knees give)
as two wonders of our current world
(The other five are summed up in how any man can have the slightest self-control in her
-presence).
There is great splendor in this,
Our world:
The rustle of the leaves on a breezy day;
The bubbles of a sea-faring friend saying hello;
A tree that has seen more years than you or I;
A bird through the air, seen once and never again;
A good night’s sleep;
The sound of snow crunching under our feet;
Yet moving Heaven and Earth,
Draining the seas,
Displacing stars,
And giving up any memory of everything above
Would be menial if only to have a moment with you.
I am knocking on your door,
I do not need to take off your jeans
(Though I would be lying if I said I was not thinking about it)
Just to see you in them
And maybe in my arms.
Just to see you
and forget I have arms.
Will you answer?
Will you let me in?
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