How do i give to the girl
who has everything
lying beside me now
leaning to darkness

her with the determined will
of a gale forced wind
the fire kindled in Hell’s eye
and the charm that lets

her way be had
while stronger wills
only simmer
and burn slowly into rest

All these she has
and for tonight
she has too
her virtue
well in tact

There now
a sudden goosebump draught
and grumbling bed springs below
sound together
her acquisition even
of the blankets

we only a moment ago

Ian David Arlett