. . . Seductive Lace, That Seductive Lace
Seductive lace just breathing on her hands
Smug and certain, telling lies about lands.
That seductive lace--watching in a wink,
Stopping the think, and I sing. Just sing.
Actually, dear sweet flower of womanhood
I've clawed, cared, and played the dark hood.
But that lace. That seductive lace.
You've won the race and now I feel your face.
What gown shall you wear in morning's mist
And will your seductive lace stop or twist?
And where shall you lead me in silence sense?
In meadow green from dungeon hence?
That delicious, seductive lace I see your faces
Glancing slowly through eon's traces.
Queens and kings of your lines and stolen paces,
Now with a kiss my love for you erases.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery