Phosphorescence1001

Oh how I feel like a saxophone blues floozy,

Swimming in sparkling chardonnay Jacuzzi,

The sweetness of sin must be coloured a strawberry,

For your lips to appear as they do before me,

Craving forest fruits and wild black cherry,

You become intoxicated from my dazzling glass,

But enchanted garden I beg you let it pass!

Oh my beauty, bare not your flesh and beauty,

For I promise those lips wont be the first or last;

To test and taste my overflowing faith this fast.

Though I shake the chalice – I make it bubble and boil,

The champagne ocean tipples and toys with trouble and toil,

Just to see the oyster reveal its twenty-nine precious pearls…