Ode To Eshne Poem by Jonathan H. Scott
Ode To Eshne
You're hotter than a man can touch.
You always smell so fine.
And, I will miss you when you're gone,
But, now, you are all mine.
And, in the night (not every night) ,
Oh, right before my eyes,
You dance your little dance for me
That keeps me mesmerized.
My gaze cannot stray far from you.
(You like to dance in place.)
But, when the break of dawn arrives,
You're gone without a trace.
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