The whispers of a warm west breeze
Whipping playful pennants' shrouds,
Homage-paying boughs, bending trees,
Adore scudding, cotton clouds
Floating majestic, azure seas...
Summer's morn far from maddening crowds.
Carefree, footloose and fancy free,
Spendthrift in her candy store,
Nature's beauty a satyr be,
Sugared splendors galore and more
Flooding senses wastefully,
A surcease night must implore.
Beside the pool, a sunburned brown,
Nature will find a losing match,
Surpassing breathtaking renown
Of woman...Beauty's exalted catch.
I see, desire, enjoy afar,
Primal passion's perfected star.
--Le Goobairre Extrodinarre
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