The Time Of The Year.

It is January now and I hate the dryness,
Her dove-like eyes entice me with their shyness;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

February it is and I have grown a year older,
Buxom breasts caress me as she rests on my shoulder;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

The work in March leaves me with no time,
As my eyes undressed her I told myself ‘tis not such a big crime;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

Colours of the April Holi remind me of the destruction that wars bring,
The scent of her breath put to shame even the growing buds of Spring;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

The heat of May makes me want to run away,
Would I be able to, her supple body besides me lay;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

With first drops of rain the snails and worms disgust me with their slow trips,
What would I do if it wasn’t for the moistness of your soft lips;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

The pouring of July along with the winds make those ensnaring whirls,
How did I get the patience to see your wet hair as you untangled those twined curls;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

The sun and clouds seem in an endless battle this August,
While the sight of your round hips makes me weak with this uncontrollable lust;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

The sickness of September is something I would not like to remember,
Wrap me around with your legs, they are chains so slender and tender;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

Leaves keep dropping this Fall, how can nature be so ruthless and cruel,
Curves of your neck, lustrous and sparkling though not lined with any jewel;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

November is so confused, not this not that, neither here nor there,
As you uncovered your sublime thighs, you left me with no option to go anywhere;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

The chill in December makes my bones stiff, they could soon crack,
I seem to forget all the pain when my hands begin to run down your blissful back;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?

Twelve damsels, all so different, sculpted as if in clay,
Twelve damsels, all so different, I love them each in their own way;
The Lord be praised for sending these angels down here,
Without this master could I have loved twelve times this year.