My Celia Walks

Whenas my Celia walks
My blood flows hot.
Your permeating eye, dear Herrick,
So long ago, has quickened mine.

So now when Celia walks,
My blood flows fire-like
As she moves in polyester so diaphenous. And dances
Such movement glides,
Excites the eye, the mind, the heart.
And when my Celia walks,
Each step pulls tight
The sheath she wears. Then, then...
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Volume 2, Issue 12, Posted 6:58 PM, 06.12.2010