Poppy’s around the corner from my gallery.
Big lovely an so full of fire.
They remind me of a woman a soft dance and a warm kiss.
For me a thing so lovely they had to be sinful women an came back to tease me once again in this life.
I see you every day sensual woman full of fire.
I feel your fire as you pass not one word do we speak.
But oh the passion that you bring out in me as you pass my way.
Would I go to hell if I let this beast in me rage before your eyes as you tease me so.
You so full of fire.
An me a caged man with eyes that cry at your site.
A thing too high for me to reach.
I see you every day a thing of beauty passing by.
An me too weak from your fire so I watch as my desire screams to be heard.
But this is my failure as a man controlled by your fire.
Is this the only flaw that god has created in man.
I see you there so strong so noble an so full of fire.
You bring out a passion new to me one so full of rage.
That here I am locked in myself afraid to speak one word.
An I a thing not worthy of your glance shudder as you pass me by.
You walk as if on fire in your every movement.
Hips passing to a tune only men can sing an write to.
You a thing so noble high above my meager soul.
I dream of you a thing so full of fire.
An what I do to you in my dreams I would surely go to hell from my sinful deeds.
As here I am a caged man with fire in my eyes as you pass me by.
Your world a thing of fury so potent that men cry for one moment with you.
An I am blessed and cursed with your passing by.
Surely one day you will notice me.