A- Rompryska, My Youth

A poem written to a young girl by an older man, in his expression of attraction for all her youth held in his eyes.

Rompryska my youth is thee

for thou arteth this cache

no longer mine to cherish

as it be in thee and all that maketh thy being

that I encounter this which so lacks in myself

It beeth in thine golden hairs

that compose thine mane

that does edify the sun to burnish

while descending harmoniously

from thine head that I may contemplate

beauty

It reflects from thine eyes a cerulean

that serve as a transom

of what thou haveth deep

within thee that thou shareth

with my disrepute

It glistens on thine maw as if ruby

a rose in bloom that strokes mine

so adroitly in thy kiss

which thou uses as potion to rejuvenate my

soul which hath viewed too numerous sunsets

It is from thine being that decorates the heavens

that I witness the star of my to be

for mine are but times of yore

that may only cling on thine light for

within my rebirth will be

Rompryska thou art mine love

fore it be ye whom I seek with all that I posses

and thou unmeritable it be thou takest

for it be the bounty of thine garden

that giveth me the nectar as I sow the seed of

our or progeny

Rompryska it be thee who be mine angel

for though yee may present thyself to me

in form of earthly woman thou does belong

to the celestial stars that shine at night

Rompyska thou be mine all

as it be thee who placeth me

in the green meadow of thy soul

while escorting me past the gate

of thine rectitude in what is mine

bliss

Oh, Rompryska what maybe it that have

brought thee to me is not mine to query

but to worship and behold for it is in thee

that I have the counter

B- Rompryska, My Erotic Dream

Another poem about the young lady by the name of Rompryska, who has inspired so many other of my works and even a book named after her. Rompryska, be erotic and this poem also captures some of that which the imagination can only envision.

Rompryska, my erotic dream

thee be so much my junior of more

then what be the score

yet thou gazes upon mine with lust

of thine youth and desire of body

firm in plump fertility

Rompryska, my erotic fantasy

of golden tresses be ye comprised

in all places nature have deemed

from thine garden of femininity

growing ever in its sweet moisture

oh, rose of womanhood

crimson in passion to bid welcome

to mine entrance on to ye

with root of desire so longing

for thine ecstasy as we in adoration

of perfection achieve climatic height

in our flight of ever delight

Rompryska, my erotic savor

oh, how I take from source

of thine female flower

as nectar of honey intoxicate

ye admirer of delicacy in thee

Rompryska, my erotic lady

in hunger of developing youth

ye consumes all that be mine

to deliver on to ye seed

of creation to quench

a mighty thirst in ye

Rompryska, my erotic lass

in wears of woman mature

ye be presented on to eyes of mine

to adore thee in stockings

silky to stroke of hand on legs

grand in sexual allure

as removed satin give way to

true loveliness to ye so of womanhood

Rompryska, my erotic love

though I be thine elder

it be thee to edify me

in ways forbidden to those

unaware of the utmost perverse

as ours for in posses

untried by ye faithful

we obtain all fantasies of desire

as our bodies serve other to be

done on each in all of flesh

Oh, Rompryska my erotic inducement

how ye entices for mine

all in eager to arrive upon splendor

so be offering thine body

of many gates as to animals

make in carnality upon beast

Rompryska, my erotic youth

it be all of that was ours

for hunger itself in acts

of devouring emerge

as we became one

forever so brief moment

C- Rompryska, Sensual Soprano

A poem written about the young lady, Rompryska and her voice which will someday capture opera audiences through out the world in several roles.

Rompryska, oh ye female of high voice

soaring above all notes and keys that be

Rompryska sensual soprano is ye

emerging from thine inner self

to fill halls of opera by thine shrike

that maketh ears and senses oh erotic

of sensitivity

Rompryska, mezzo soprano

not exclusive to thine voice

thou performs for thine

fleshy body drips of earthy

sexuality oh, gypsy of Spain

who parts way with pain from

dagger of jealousy

Rompryska, flirtatious soprano

thy be on to ye admirer

tramp of night groaning

in thine streaking aria

to eyes ever upon

luscious corpulence for it be ye

who beeth songbird la Boheme

in nature oh, mia cara Musseta

Rompryska, sentimental soprano

ye, oh lady vanity

intruder on upper crust

thou charms via ye grace

as Violetta to thine Alfredo

so dashing for ye oh, Traviata

Rompryska, ardent soprano

of myth be ye

descendent from Wanton

thine Valhalla ruler

as thou art Sieglinde

lover to the one who dub

thee sister for brother

to ye be Sigmund

Rompryska astute soprano

ye be of wit to thine Figaro

in marriage of love

comedy of many who seek

ye likewise for desire of thine

beauty from Cherubino in

boyish folly to he who master all

Rompryska, Tatra soprano

oh, youthful maiden

of Slavic mountainous land

Halka be thine naivety

thou loving be in fault

of selfless victim

Rompryska, Siberian soprano

in provincial simplicity ye

delivers adoration to he

unappreciative being, Onegin

Moscow socialite of seductive ways

all be in letter of emotion

to thine lust of little trust

in the one he be late for

Rompryska, oh ye female of high voice

soaring above all notes and keys that be

Rompryska sensual soprano is ye

emerging from thine inner self

to fill halls of opera by thine shrike

that maketh ears and senses oh erotic

of sensitivity

Rompryska, mezzo soprano

not exclusive to thine voice

thou performs for thine

fleshy body drips of earthy

sexuality oh, gypsy of Spain

who parts way with pain from

dagger of jealousy

Rompryska, flirtatious soprano

thy be on to ye admirer

tramp of night groaning

in thine streaking aria

to eyes ever upon

luscious corpulence for it be ye

who beeth songbird la Boheme

in nature oh, mia cara Musseta

Rompryska, sentimental soprano

ye, oh lady vanity

intruder on upper crust

thou charms via ye grace

as Violetta to thine Alfredo

so dashing for ye oh, Traviata

Rompryska, ardent soprano

of myth be ye

descendent from Wanton

thine Valhalla ruler

as thou art Sieglinde

lover to the one who dub

thee sister for brother

to ye be Sigmund

Rompryska astute soprano

ye be of wit to thine Figaro

in marriage of love

comedy of many who seek

ye likewise for desire of thine

beauty from Cherubino in

boyish folly to he who master all

Rompryska, Tatra soprano

oh, youthful maiden

of Slavic mountainous land

Halka be thine naivety

thou loving be in fault

of selfless victim

Rompryska, Siberian soprano

in provincial simplicity ye

delivers adoration to he

unappreciative being, Onegin

Moscow socialite of seductive ways

all be in letter of emotion

to thine lust of little trust

in the one he be late for

D- Rompryska, My Desperate Love

A poem continuing the romance of the character to be found in my fourth book entitled “Rompryska And Other Erotic Tales” along with the poem “Rompryska, My Youth” which gave a start to it all.

Rompryska, in thine desolation

thou seeks he who may not be

but creation of thine imagination

solely for delight of ye

oh, female of covetousness

of fragmented ideas

thou crafts he

who idyllically suit ye in thine

youthful aching for lust of

iniquitous temperament

Rompryska ye have need

of he who serve thee as inspiration

for thou doest require

what be adulation

to thine female esteem

of spirit within

making ye seek out

he to assert thine self

to deity of sexuality

Rompryska, childlike woman

of golden mane

transforming to

magnificence and curvature

acquiring appearance

of all that be cache to male

Rompryska, thou resonates

with accent of seraph as from

thine maw cometh that which

gives rise to thine notes

that be high as thine

heavenly sky

Rompryska, thine creation of

affair so crude

be one like ye servant in me

who enforced by blood

of the impassionate

has meet thine conquest

with timely gushes of envy

that have given counter

to thine own quivering

which thou did proclaim

to me undeserving in

audible craving

Rompryska, lady of youthful carnality

thou requests so much in thine

escalation to full womanhood

thee has come to be one who takes

from all as it is thine progression

that requires all for thineself

to consume all in thine path

while though giveth of thee in equal

part

Rompryska, my desperate love

in what be thine nature of the hopeless

romantic thou knows not of

the ways of the practical

as thou has not the mind to

benefit from what is offered thee

in faith of nobility

Rompryska, though are moments

might have been true in worship

for what was our era

it was thine will that it

for yee be end

as what might not become

was for ye to take thine

incidence to a world of the afar

where thou has cast thine soul

E- Rompryska, My Lady Friend

A poem about the true nature of my relationship with the young lady in the Rompryska poems as well as the up coming book “Rompryska and Other Erotic Tales”.

Rompryska, ye be friend of mine

and this foremost as sensitivity in thee of noble fabric

in the way of young lady ever graceful in joy

of coquette playfulness to be childlike

in my admiration for beauty’s sake

Rompryska, ye be friend oh,

delicate in frailty exclusive to those of thine nature

ever unaware of coarseness that be about

for thou rises above all not in beauty of flesh save spirit,

so tender in its caches of ye so refined

Rompryska, ye be friend inspiring

in methods of spontaneous deity

for thine fantasy taketh all where it be but illusion

of thine dream in hallucination of world

ye have so lovingly created in tenderness

to be found but in ye

Rompryska, ye be friend ever present

art of mine as it be for thee

to whom words of poetry be intended upon

for in ye be ardor of work of mine

to provide true value to emotions of life

so vibrant in lady as thee of youthful grace of spirit

Rompryska, ye be friend of mine

ever in absence of malice for eyes of thee

speak all of she who may not conceive desire

for what be not pure

Rompyska, ye be friend of society

oh, mine sophisticated for in thine presence

it be harmony of grandeur in opera

that taketh but higher elevation

whilst tales so passionate of humanity

ever be abundant in thee of true adoration

as those to be cherished in halls of delicate culture

Rompryska, ye be friend for what be appreciation

in thine humble servant of world so filled with ye

youthful lady of voice so high as to leave void

in thine lack