My mind soured so in flight
On a high when in my sight
I saw your beautiful beauty
In everyplace, body and face,
With your blouse being lace
That was chic, which is a hit
With appreciative me liking it
And my lips were in a frown
From previously being down.
Will she chance on a romance
Whereupon my heart will dance
Of wishful thinking of gyrating
To feel her closely close in post
Of our meeting never depleting
As I am mesmerised and I toast
This host who I like very most.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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