~~ Hullabaloo ~~
~ Hullabaloo ~
Should’st thy fairness in thine eyes, avail thee something new about thyself?
Would’st thou visit the riches of the magnanimity of thy soul upon one’s bankrupt heart, replenish, then magnify; make stout, to imbue the author of thy wealth with replicate, nay, implore its new mother to nurture, as she of charity’s service confers?
Bedecked, by swirls of pearls, rubies and amethyst bright, which sparkle report, with the captured rays of a million years’ of unabashed fluorescence, dost she trip the light fantastic; billowing dress, embellished by golden threads, sewn with the diligence of matronly years, sentinelled by an effusive ‘ danse macabre ‘.
Thy curvaceous jib, embarks with duress upon imagination’s heart; stirrings of dormant desires, awakened by encounters with a cogent, womanly press…. Breath upon breath, flesh upon flesh; fire upon fire, truth upon liar. Eyes that shutteth as gates, doth prevent hearts from overflowing.
Escutcheons be secret keepers, over orbs of prismed soul.Those eyes, witness, one to another, of a panoramic vista, feasted upon, this very eve’. A symphony of rufescent rose’, ripples across an esculent neckline, tumbled by titian coiffure, offering thy sanguine prize for florid lips to lay claim.
Shadows of swallowed light dilate, akin to ecstatic undoings of unbridled abandon, roll, as the untamed sea, with meandering visions, bursting with cyan fulfilment.
Feminine wiles, thud, with the buzz of rapturous delight, akimbo, surrounds explosions of uncontrolled, igneous bursts of white-hot coals, that dost resemble thy shuttered pupils of picturesque Elysium. ©