January 7, 2006

  • CASANOVA

    I know a Casanova
    (or maybe more than one)
    the lovely thing about it is
    They're always so much fun.

    There truly is no guile in him
    He seeks not to deceive
    To see a woman unfulfilled
    It makes him truly grieve.

    Whatever hidden thing they want,
    and everything they feel.
    Their intimate, unspoken lusts
    are flames he must reveal.

    The women he sets eyes on

    though they know his reputation

    allow themselves to be seduced

    or fight their own frustration.

    He might be called a libertine

    But not by those who know.
    And those who've seen within his heart
    could never be his foe.

    So, Casanova, make me gasp,
    set my insides aflame
    Make me forget quite how to breathe
    I'm ready,
            are you game?

    ©drc 2006
      

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