New York, New York
How can I thank you?
Shall I don some leather, a titillating torque
Bend you over my knee and spank you?
Or would you prefer the brush of my lips
A teasing glance
And the sway of my hips
As I ask you to dance?
I could send you flowers
Really romance you
Lie sky clad in your blustery showers
Run off and take a chance on you
It’s about time I showed some appreciation
For what you skilfully achieve
If you’re not a figment of imagination
Then next time I visit I don’t think I’ll leave
I think this is your best one yet. I love the 'sky clad' line. Truly brilliant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe the Chamber of Commerce there could use this! I'm another New York lover. Got to live there for about 3 years, even.