Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry Share Next Entry
A poem of love's joy, for Victoria

A lawyer has found her poet fine.

"Indeed we are rich if you are mine."

Smilingly did she have her sips

of rosy wine just to wet her lips.

Cosily, in her summer-like dress

on the sofa she will his gentle hands bless.

"Soft is your skin, and sweet are your thighs,"

says he with such a glimpse in his eyes.

Touching her knees with a gentle kiss,

"so close to you is my path to bliss!"

The sun will be shining on their fine days,

blessed as he is by his muse's gaze.

And under her butt he will gladly lift,

as they are mounting their horses swift.

In- and out-doors with his Helen of Troy,

riding so oft by the Hill of Joy.

Likewise, resting in many a place,

he takes his time to adore her grace …

and nurture with love in mutual bliss.

No longer she called herself a Miss!

"The tits of your breasts are my soul's abode,"

he mused in his joy, and on they rode.

Such is the tale of a pair well-known:

Victoria sweet and her poet Jón.

                                               1–10 August, 2016

Recent Posts from This Journal

  • Olivia

    Olivia kom som en sødlig brise. Hvor let er sin' øjne til hendes at vende! og smilet så varmt som stråler fra hende,…

  • A Woman Met in Birkimelur Street

    Wow, as I met you, how fair you were, mildly smiling, and anywhere I cycle my way through West of town somehow, you are in the heart of mine.…

  • Jón Valur Jensson

    The situation in April 2018 !