The Women

Destiny has a fragile voice that shivers from sensation.
She guides my careless fingers down her long and fateful thighs.
Faith always consoles me with her warming presentation
and I never resist Misty, as she waters up my eyes.

May can touch you as a cloud and she shimmers like an angel.
June and Summer walk together, singing me a song.
Autumn drifts inside my window to douse the bedroom candle,
her companionship is loneliness that always comes along.

Patience is the amusing mistress and I cannot let her leave.
Brandy keeps me company until my mind is all but gone.
I fall asleep in silence, curled close to Eve,
but every time I wake up in the cradled clutch of Dawn.

Harmony lives a fantasy, but her dream is shared with mine.
Ivory is the morning, with her gentle powdered cheeks.
Ivy wraps her arms around me, like a tangled twisted vine
and Daisy is the shy one, who hardly ever speaks.

Charity shouts from across the street, her mouth is long and narrow.
Her thoughts are always fruitful and she's so willing to cope
The spark of Glory taunts me, her kiss is like an arrow,
but Promise will remind me that I'm still engaged to Hope.

I'll take these names and write a letter, to send across the ocean.
In chance that it will find you, wherever you may roam.
This is my own testament, if you question my devotion.
And I'll love all of these women, til the day you make it home.