Tis a grand and glorious man I'd be,
Twere she but sitting on my knee.
My hand laid gentle on silken thigh,
A vision pleasing to the eye.
But twould be grander still I fancy,
To gather in my arms this nancy.
And swing her round in circles slow,
And in me arms upstairs we'd go,
Up to me room, with candles burning,
To satisfy our darkest yearning.
And passions burn to highest height,
As we'd consume the hours of night.
Sadly the day would come too fast,
And swiftly steal our brief repast.
For wife and mother she truly is,
Alas part mine, but mostly his.
Rusty Algren
*Poem "Twilight Visions" by Rusty Algren © 2003, all rights reserved*