The Golden Toast (A Poem For Lily Kopper)

By: poetboy

Rare is the man who
can make the boast,
Í have been toasted
with a "Golden
Toast"

Lily....with humility
to you I confess
that you have become
The "Golden
Goddess".

Your generous breasts.
Your volouptous thighs.
The comehither smile
in your magical eyes.

Your perfect mouth
forms cupid´s bow.
Your knowing eyes,
know that I know.

Was from your fountain
sprang that gold,
liquid that
fills up
the crystal you hold.

Legs crossed demurely,
you tilt the glass.
Your
parted red lips
let´s the "Gold" pass

Down your throat
and into your being
where it becomes
the "Gift" you bring

A toast to Joe and
to Lydia and to me.
"You Drink Yourself."
Fantasy is a Reality