A Pretty Nose
By Penguinphile
Whisky hung in the glass of blue
Jaded my eyes but I could see you
Gin in your hand, Gin in your eyes
Gin on your lips, Gin on your pretty nose,
A nose, a nose, not on many faces shows,
Tonight, I saw a pretty nose.
It is very odd that I should suppose
there’s no poetry about your nose,
Underneath big brown eyes,
over scarlet lips as it grows.
Like chiseled by Raffaelo with such a pose.
Tonight, I saw a pretty nose.
I only wonder how it goes? When holding your lovely face
On the wings of butterfly grace
gently bumping my nose on your freezing nose
scratching it, warm breaths, breathing in
her all the secrets and aromas it holds.
Tonight, I saw a pretty nose.
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