So nervously casual unwrapped/enrapt

So near a naked half turn on to eye you

We lay fastened on grand pianos

Braying asses assuredly elegant

in perfecting predawn moonlight

.

A quiet gust came up

Only the smallest leaves take swirl

On paths  in moon

.

Aligning our times

We  counted  skies

We  chimed  in

“ONE”

Man, she’s a looker &

Men,  do we look.

She’s there by that window

(At last,  She broadcasts

“Breakfast in my Nook”)

She’s there by that window

Daylight  delicately  shone

Through shade, chemise,

Through thighs,  so high

You sigh,  low moan,

Your  eyes  go  feast.

.

What Ann serves up  for free

Warms, and verves up me.

.

(As Ann  fleshes  it all out,

You benefit too, without one doubt.)