Heart Swung To Thee. Poem by Michael Gale

Flexing my becepped arms around the thinned down waist of my wife.
Her breathe doth' sweet smelled to a nose, oh so simple-sweetly a rose.
Twilight's mooned beam to my face-
Happly metted silhouette, beamed and gleamed.
A massaged message to her meet,
gently nudged to treat thy meat met treat.
Feet so small and dainty of thine-
I drink you in to taste one mine.
Wine ag'ed aptly, wine ag'ed right-
No more tempting to cockly fight.
A spoon in saucepan stirs as my emotion-
Created by me your lov'ed love potion.
Locks and bangs filter down thy backened shoulders
well curv'ed divine-
Haply dued-Debt be mine.
Heart well swept as what wet ocean,
Rubbed to me as was my lotion.
Tendered ankles between each feet,
softly touched of my beat'ed heart-
bebop, bebop, bebop! Hence when we meet today-
Forever set upon my front porch swing-
Launching to heart, one last'ed ever zing.