Galloping toward a distant oasis Mirage Bareback Julia Stiles
was looking for a place to lodge
Cute as a peyote button
spurred heels and stirrups,
Tonight she lays with Coyote Ugly
as the tiki bar fades to reveal their den Panic lit her nerves, but
it was too late by then
As the silver moon observed
each move made by them
without warmth or light
from a campfire's glow
Survival came from compromise
To eat her last can
of pork and beans cold
huddled under a living fur coat
At last she closed her weary eyes
Raw and dry and heavy with smoke
she remained immobile
without an early rise
Afraid to move a muscle
The longest day came and went
with the nightfall
She resumed her hustle
searching still for a place to rest
I've got it so bad for her
God damn, she's got it good
So madly in love
and it hasn't even killed me yet
Yet
Knock on wood
It's so hard to exist in her grace
Sick to death of not kissing her lips
I can only guess
how exquisite she tastes
No man is going to appreciate her
as much as I would have
given the chance
I meticulously place
Tahitian orchid petals
to cushion each footstep on her path And every single night
that trail leads directly
into a goat's milk and honey bath
I'd wash her body
with the most luxurious handmade soap made from rare Ayurvedic plants enriched by a concentrated dose
of holistic Hindu Kush evening primrose and exfoliating grains and oats
Brush her lavish hair
Wash it in the morning rain
Plant the secret garden
of affectionate perennials
along her most heavy
nutrient rich surface soil
Gently blow upon her colourful
chakra pin wheels
while we make pilgrimage
Traversal provokes the surface of coil
through ritualistic prayer and precious gem offerings
With sandalwood I summon
forth my femme fatale
the glamorous girl in goddess hood
Her sudden divine manifestation humours me into a humble subservience
I'm rarely prepared for her
fine delegation
and often totally ignored
after review of worthiness
Yet this love remains unconditional However unrequited
Her reciprocation matters little to me
For my devotion, no reaction is required
Fresh from her bubble bath
Madison, yet clad
in a soap sud bikini suffering succotash Bambi's got a knack
for raising my Kundalini
Her youthful exuberance
powered by an abundance of shakti charged by static electricity
Life energy courses
through her animated body
Ungodly stamina all night
Rodeo cowgirl
Somebody get me a camera
And don't even think about
bringing her a towel
I'm a deer in her headlights
Hooters like a great horned owl
It's always early to bed for the night
In the centre fold the blanket
She looks like a Playboy model Michelangelo sculpted
A Heavenly fresco, curvaceous, abstract, modern. So honoured to make her
single status plural.
I've got it so bad for her.
God damn, she's got it good.
I've got it so bad for her
God damn, she's got it good
So madly in love
and it hasn't even killed me yet
Yet
Knock on wood
