A Special Message Only For You, Dear Roger Reader

I love your poise
Of perfect thighs
When they hold me
in paradise...

I love the rose
Your garden grows
Love seashell pink
That over it glows

I love to suck
Your breath away
I love to cling —
There long to stay

I love you garb’d
But naked more
Love your beauty
To thus adore...

I love you when
You open eyes
And mouth and arms
And cradling thighs...

Did I mention thighs
Those I adore
And suffocation...
But mostly thighs.

Yours,

Roger