Miss. Permont

Saturday, November 05, 2011 , , 0 Comments

Beautifully contoured,
And not very loud.
Well dressed and well mannered.
Stands out in the crowd.

Wears her hair up,
Lets it fall as it may.
With fashion couture,
She lights up my day.

She carries herself
With o' so much grace,
And bright is the light
That shines off her face.

What's the story you tell?
I'd like to know more.
Where you've been,
Where you're going,
Have you been there before?

And what is this name
Permont, is it French?
I guess I'll continue
To sit on the fence.

If you're free, un-attached,
I offer myself
To you, fair maiden
To pick from the shelf.

I hope that from now
I have made myself clear
My intentions heard
As they rest on your ear.

And just so you know
It is you that I want
You.
No one else.
Only you, Miss. Permont.

Omer

ॐ Om Omm Ommm Omer Omer Toledano, Web Developer, Artist, Writer, Poet, Gourmand, Front-line worker, Yogi, Lover, The Universe manifesting through a human nervous system.

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