Sweet And Rare Poem by Marcel Tourdot

The heights of beauty that she cast were more than I could reach.
The loss of all the chances great are now a lesson just for me.
So unaware and unprepared to meet her rolling body flared
While resting on that midnight beach.

A child turned man inside the hands of scenes of such great disbelief.
A magic trick a sleight of hand a feat of strength to try and stand.
While spinning wild inside her face complete with eyes that smiled.
So compromised and unequipped to try and grant her lovers wish
her ever increasing sexual demands.

But inside me she still can see a steely face that stares.
And when she asks for ecstasy born from a young mans blood.
Surprised to find that I would dare to tell her that I do not care.
And when tomorrow shows its face and the sun brings all of its great blinding glare.
Decisions made with too much haste and while self loathing only grows.
I cannot help but to remember her beauty shining sweet and rare.