P. Vincent Nee
A Glorious Face
Beating drums clashed in the late nights silence, Barnasheba shook with every methodical Note; Hearting temples shed in the crossing perfumed Queens Chambers her maidens made ready the love Boat!
Scribes have written on her greatness avowing her to be the Eternal Flames of Beauty and she does so wear her endless youth Well; Wives fringe before her charms and lay bare before her Nurturing Bosom then slide to heat in Hell!
Jealous they maybe yet in each new encounter before her burning eyes th