Give her the D
The delirium of desire drew our souls into doldrums.
Decadent delightful decades of passion drummed deafeningly,
A cadence deep from the dreams of an African D'jembe long gone.
Dutifully I dally beside her, deleteriously drifting into her droning tacit song,
Striking down my defenses, the diaspora of the once dammed and damned flow free;
Deterred no more, she diabolically destroys any and all. Oh the delicious despair of today!
Defiantly and definitely, my Diva Damsel is decidedly dead-set on doting and adoring me.
Dare I deny her the delicacies of my discourse, my debonair derriere and demeanor,
Or the driving and daring determination of my Dashing Duke of Dionysus?
Does not the Dartfish dive in deference to the deadly Pandionidae?
Dearest devotees, this dialogue I do dauntlessly declare:
I deliver this D to my deserving demure debutante!
Dearly beloved, I gave her the D!
Charles Edgar Hampton :-) <><
Oct 22, 2013; 11:21 PM.
