by Lord Wolf ©
There you be, my auburn beauty,
Enshrined upon my wall.
Against the chilly green-white plane
Your lush, tanned photogenic phlesh
Gives me great joy when I contemplate
Your scarcely hidden charms.
You, coyly
clutching your wisp of nothing
To your nether regions,
Smiling your smile of seduction
For me alone (I know!)
Are all that I want in life.
Yet, my love,
stay on your wall,
For if I were to meet you in the (pardon) flesh,
You'd fade as in a forgotten dream,
And be touchable, real.