Beryl
 

Ah, Beryl, my hot busty little five foot

Four love-bomb. Blonde hair bobbed with

Just a hint of platinum – always in high

Heels, always lookin' her best. One look

And she could floor Samson.

Gorgeous to a fault. A little milk pudding

Comfort food big-time but at the same time

Hot where heat's needed. Bring me my rod

Of burning gold but hey, when God put her

Together he certainly knew what he was

Doing. Every inch a heart-breaker and the

More I look at her the more artful I can see

God has been.

Artful as only God can be. From a heavenly

Palette a timely choice of colours and lights

Mixed and cajoled by the hand of a master,

Breathing life into rhythmic hips of heavenly

Tempo. Big blue eyes that speak of love

Without uttering a word, baby-soft skin, hair

Born of sunshine and oh, the way her love

Puppies dance as she runs to meet me.

Artful to excess in so many comely ways,

Plough me a field and I will sow seeds all

Night long, and with the bedding of the sun

I will drink my fill of her lips for she is my

Seduction, my corruption, my destruction.

Ah, Beryl, my school friend, who later became

My lover. At school she'd follow me wherever

I went. Piano practise always included Beryl

Tagging along hanging on gran's garden wall

Scuffed shoes, socks round her ankles. Making

Faces as I plodded through 'Ye banks and braes

O' bonnie doon.' Sometimes she'd just turn up

Climb the wall for no other reason than just

To be there. Looking back, I don't remember a

Time without her.

A very special girl who once told me that if I

Let her go I'd regret it forever. Luckily, notions

Like that never came to pass. Most people put

Money aside as their nest egg, me? I chose

Beryl, best nest egg I've ever known,

I'll love her 'til I die.
 

© Joseph G Dawson
01/03/2018 – 26/03/2016