It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
They say that one’s genetically disposed
To happiness or the opposite. If so
What’s to be done? My very mind opposed...
If I could tickle your toes, my Rose
And stroke your sumptuous bottom
‘Twould mean my dear, you’re here, quite close...
