Rhythmic Rhymes

Cantilever cottages, bridging boredom with pink fluffy clouds,
Hung to dry upon a canvas made of glass,
Where painted dreams combine with other things, co-creating joy and laughter,
As angels dance and sing, to the movement of your ass;
While it sways and plays, and with perfection lays, a sultry rhythm bed of magic,
Casting spells on unsuspecting passersby,
Who are hypnotized, and mesmerized, by its perky, playful prowess,
Sweet derriere, perfection rare, a natural high;
Inspiring heads to bob and swing, to the beat of carrie’s passion,
And my heart a little faster in your arms,
Underneath the stars, from somewhere far away, where focused thought becomes creation,
Your goddess magic, your raw enchantment, and graceful charms;
And here I am again, and here we are, in love together,
I don’t see how we do this, but we do,
I hold you close each night, and kiss you gently, massage your shoulders,
Caress your body, embrace your heart, and treasure you,
I hold you close each night, and kiss you gently, massage your shoulders,
Caress your body, embrace your heart, and treasure you.