As her beautiful eyes and as sexy
As forms get.
The way the moon’s glow
Glistens and the coyotes cry
Or howl, only for the desert
Or mountains to hear.
The silence of the morning
When our silence is broken
By vibes that open new direction
For affection through a seed!
Hoping for duplication of man
Lots of love for the woman she be
With natural entity, not a change
That would shock also me!
Closed windows and blinds
For walls of secrecy!
To the halls of archives that only
The things that sit in between
The corners of the ceiling and
Corners of these feelings!
