Mon Catherine cher



the score plus two have buried my emotions

shared for the one who had seen five more years

then I upon the last of teens and innocence

from ye oh female essence in stage of beauty

Mon Catherine cher

it was but a chance encounter on eve of the old year

that introduced ye lady divine of Rouen on to he

of utmost worship to thine loveliness

oh, femme Francaise

Mon Catherine cher

from la France ye came

mane a black in curls so much like the delicacy

in ye with eyes bright emerald green

while fine features comprise the rest of visage

so caring of thine message

Oh, mon Catherine cher

how I so infantile took to ye

mature woman of mystery ways

body full triumph to thine breast

pale in contrast of thine crimson rose

so exquisite to peak at stroke but mine

leading my taste down valley supple

in lust to thine most exclusive of locks

a dark to grow cover to ye dwelling

so coveted by all instinct of masculinity

so strongly compelled by ye

Oh, lady strange of Rouen

we had volcanic passion beyond the flesh or

base words as love or sexuality

bold and strong with intensity was it

to points of what not could be for long

extreme feeling in us we could not control

to change our nature to play roles

when in the other's society as to be

strangers to ourselves

Yes, lady strange of Rouen

we did once in an ?poque of reality adore

for sure all yet brief as the fortnight

for lava ardent is not to last

for all things it be lacking

compromise to be less then total