Darkly twin of summer shine
Mystery of womankind
Ripened fruit on bursting vine
Tell me when thou wilt be mine

Softly pad the feline feet
Eyes ablaze with passion-heat
Fulsome breast and rosy teat
Entreating' my lips to meet

Her skin, smooth unblemished skin
Willing me to enter in
Telling me it's not a sin
This woman bids:  Enter in!

Beware:' the feminine snare
Choose thy mate with all due care
Find the one who's waiting there
The golden wheat, not the tare.


---jrw 6:33pm