~ Dear Lady Fair ~

Sitting here in this

Familiar desert of solitude

Contemplating Lady Fair

Essence shimmering afar

Essence ever alluring

Apple scent of flaxen locks

Honey scented purrs of

Naked whispered words

Here in this solace

She floats on dusty moats

Through slants of arid light

Essence pure and purring

Subtly sensual inquisitive

Her sheer feminine mystique

Fathoming obsidian depths

Of a granite soul in solitude.

--Misery