My Dear, Rusate

Rusate, years and seasons pass
as tides of emotions burst against us
remaining as one oh, dear lady
of youthful rage almost childlike
in thee though age of ye exceed
the double score

Rusete, never will it deteriorate
from body which be not cache
for thee but mine to cherish
in acts of carnality ever ignorant
to frugal ways of less generous
splurging not all in flesh

Rusate, ye be foremost woman always
so true in all threads of thine sexuality
excluding not fine silks on legs grandeur
in stocking black nor satin cover to rose
of delicacy drenched in moisture of perfume
scented from thine ecstasy

Rusate, ye be not mine wife yet thou serveth
me as society to all places as same for it be
at our opera where I exhibit ye in long attires
fit but soirée’s affair while lust be all in delight
while night air be about

By: Gianni Truviani

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My name is Gianni Truvianni, I am an author who writes with the simple aim of sharing his ideas, thoughts and so much more of what I am with those who are interested in perhaps reading something new. I also am the author of the book entitled “New York’s Opera Society” which is now available on Amazon. www.amazon.com/Yorks-Opera-Society-Gianni-Truvianni/dp/0595500161/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1226658466&sr=8-2