SWEET LOW

I heard, when you wink your eye-lids

Men go weak in the knees

And act the fool,

Is it true?

I see your sweet-looking lips

And your truth-telling hips

Swinging right to left, left to right

Like an indecisive beautiful mind

One stolen look at you and into my mind, you slipped

Am “tranced” in your grip

I feel my fidelity crumbling down

At the sight of those gorgeous breasts, so round

Now I know it’s true

When they look at you

Men get lost

Wandering deep into dirty thoughts

So, let me sip

From the fountain in between

Let me swim in your sweet-low

And grab me of the knowledge it holds