Photography: Olan L. Smith

Joyously Festive

©11-FEB-2019, Olan L. Smith

You sit upon my upturn hand sustained;

I elevate your grace, a tiny you

Cavorts, descends my leg, so unrestrained

Yet, none observe you. Your magic hereunto

Does toil both near and far, a sanctioned drill.

You build my heart; we stroll the halls this night,

Construction workers build, and classrooms fill

And you who chair my hand are facing right.

Observed this night, who cares that both of us

Are nude, and they appreciate our lust.

They say hello, and wonder of your aweless,

Most sexy pose, for all is right and just.