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
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