You – Random – Russian – Beauty – You.

You – Random – Russian – Beauty – You.
(A Safe Sex interpretation of The Mile High Club)

You.
I want You.
I want you to sing to me a Russian Lullaby.
…Even if you don’t know of one…
I want you to summon the Seductress-Slavic-Goddess –
that’s reserved somewhere beneath your Regal-Russian-Presence,
and channel for me a Lovely-Russian-Lullaby…

You.
I want You.
I want you to use those lips (which hint at gates I’ve yet to reach)
to Sing to me a Sweetly Serenade of Pure Reflection
Of the long lay of land your ancestors seduced and made their home,
…to Sing to me a Celebrative Chant of Sound Shape
Of your gorgeous genetic makeup’s making up –
 this one ‘heaven of a’ Form.

You.
I want You.
I want you to imagine all your world’s a catwalk.
And all the eyes of the men and women upon you
-	the very model of their desire and their attention –
[And my eyes certainly.
My eyes upon you like a hawk’s
: spotting a white rabbit in the wide, timeless, tundra 
wanting nothing more than to…swoop down and…sweep you up,
up high above the earth, where I will sing…
…my poetry of You.]

You.
I want You.
I want you to sing me a Russian Lullaby.

You – 
Random - Russian – Beauty –
 You.


 M. L. Michael
12/18/10

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