A Curious Morning's Rukus

oh how I do thee adore
thy lithe and curvatured form

hair of a tawny smoothness plays
tunes of thy sparkling eyes, thy dances and sways

so charms of the god's treasures your wit and elegance
at high tea in the mansion of thy rich father, I asked for thy hand

yet upon this safari and this hallowed ancient ground
await I the love thou has promised to think about

for I, no desperate buffoon, nor gold digger,
have awaited thy swoon, and most gentlemanly given tender reminders

nay not the whining nor nagging thy friends snicker about,

and so as I rise this sunlit morn
covered in oils my sweaty dreams release, no longer forlorn

my heart in song awaits thee this day
for your promise, at last, you whispered into last evening's parlay

to return to me this very dawn the gift I have so ardently sought from thee,
a love you know my dreams most amorously  seek

oh, I, so well deserve, for such nagging, impatient songs I bleat

and as I open my tent’s most silken canvas flappy flap
I sigh at the thought of a dawn’s impromptu romp and chat

my eyes closed as the sun’s sweet dawn surprise
awaits, I know, for thy pants and slurps you now make excite me

ah, what a lusty game thou wilt upon my form execute
and with this dream come true, I open my eyes and pray you'll ...