Crimson Ballerina
How sweet is to behold your radiant presence
with sincere eyes that never deny their love,
and soft lips to delight this lover's heart 'till after dawn;
and would you, sweet-heart,ever take away your rose-scented kiss?
Crimson ballerina, with hair waving like the wild flowers of the fragrant valley,
let me have this dance and demonstrate my fondness within...
when other women,less elegant and sensual, wish they could be you, indeed;
and many men would envy me, and hide their jealousy!
How sad is not to possess the grace and the exuberance
which extends to the deep emotions of faithful lovers,
who are ruled by their passions that aren't mainly carnal;
expressing pure love and not being so wishful!
Crimson ballerina, feel my warmth and be ready to dream
and be fondled by these fingers to incite another whim;
whirl as my enthusiastic hand guides you so ever gently...
crimson ballerina, be desirable and undaunted by reality!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
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