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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
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