Charlotte Russe
The rain accompanied the thunder's noise,
the falling drops were pelting on his head,
his bomber jacket, manly scent and poise
foresaw her spikes and heard their tread.
Her stumbling footsteps were quick and grace'd;
- oh, sightly maid, the drops caressing, wet,
he smiles, she smiles, so rarified and laced,
her acrobatic charm and walking fret.
Her geodesic lines enthrall his brain;
divine her curves must be explored and felt,
his tips will tangle in her moistened mane,
discover her perfume and garter belt!
Athletic is his run upon the quay,
as lightning strikes around the wrath of Zeus,
he throws in style his rendezvous bouquet,
her manicured fingers yearn to catch!
A flash demolishes the rose bouquet,
another strikes upon his buckle's brass;
resembling Nureyev at ballet
with Dame Fonteyn he proves his dancing class!
She joins his dance neath the October rain;
thus, he enjoys her lustful flames and cries,
uncorking the Dom Perignon champagne,
receives a flash upon his manly prize.
Embraced they dance below the rain and kiss
mille-feuille creamed her fingertips will fuss
to tease his buds, while deponent his lips
descend to slowly taste her 'Charlotte Russe'.
© 2013/11/24, All Rights Reserved
(humorous-erotic-light-poetry, Iambic pentameter)
Charlotte Russe:
http://www.thebossykitchen.com/charlotte-russe-cake-classic-european-recipe/
The rain accompanied the thunder's noise,
the falling drops were pelting on his head,
his bomber jacket, manly scent and poise
foresaw her spikes and heard their tread.
Her stumbling footsteps were quick and grace'd;
- oh, sightly maid, the drops caressing, wet,
he smiles, she smiles, so rarified and laced,
her acrobatic charm and walking fret.
Her geodesic lines enthrall his brain;
divine her curves must be explored and felt,
his tips will tangle in her moistened mane,
discover her perfume and garter belt!
Athletic is his run upon the quay,
as lightning strikes around the wrath of Zeus,
he throws in style his rendezvous bouquet,
her manicured fingers yearn to catch!
A flash demolishes the rose bouquet,
another strikes upon his buckle's brass;
resembling Nureyev at ballet
with Dame Fonteyn he proves his dancing class!
She joins his dance neath the October rain;
thus, he enjoys her lustful flames and cries,
uncorking the Dom Perignon champagne,
receives a flash upon his manly prize.
Embraced they dance below the rain and kiss
mille-feuille creamed her fingertips will fuss
to tease his buds, while deponent his lips
descend to slowly taste her 'Charlotte Russe'.
© 2013/11/24, All Rights Reserved
(humorous-erotic-light-poetry, Iambic pentameter)
Charlotte Russe:
http://www.thebossykitchen.com/charlotte-russe-cake-classic-european-recipe/
