You asked the other day, my sweet,
just what it was that had attracted me
to you, who felt a common fish within a school
of many, swimming aimless circles in the raging sea.
I thought about your query, nothing really seemed to fit,
perhaps it was the lot, sum total of it all.
You know, the body parts, the spirit and the soul.
The answer could suffice, I think but really wouldn't meet
the standards you expect from me, so let me overrule,
which now I've done, the carnal stuff and every dangling bit
and concentrate on what would be the quintessential of the whole.
which, in an instant, separates the body fat from being short or tall.
So, here I am, my love, all yours, and please ignore the grin,
I thought perhaps you'd be in need of Sir Gillette?
Allow me to preside and carry out this menial routine.
It will take hours to create perfection though.
When all is done there shall be silkiness and sheen
down to that freckle on your pretty little toe.
It is the taste, and then, the fragrance of your skin.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-me-48/
