Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR
' Emeralds And Black Diamonds...
Lie down lass, with me, in sage green meadows
Your blouse flouncing open, in the teasing breeze
The meadows, feel so cotton, this time of year
Come lay beside me lass, and sense the softness
Open field, sweet honeysuckle....arouses my yen
For passion 'neath th' sparkle by th' mid-noon sun
No clouds abide our scape of choice, to pleasure
An', again I ask you lass, come lay you down by me
Come close my love...these hungry emerald eyes
Beg to stare into your warm, black diamond eyes
Take my hand in bond, my lov', as I assure you
That emeralds and ...
The Orange Theory...
Placing an orange in hand,
examining it for imperfections,
and of course there are always some,
miniscule perhaps, as nothing is perfect;
still you peel it with acceptance and yen.
Gripping the orange in hand,
you begin to peel as if you were digging
to China, or a grave of a treacherous soul,