Look at those
downcast cheekbones,
upturned eyes.
Look at the cloak
of hair that curls
around her face
like climbing vines
about a fence.
Look at her
neck like a vase
and a fanciful
silhouette thereof.
See how it all
gives way to flushed
skin and those
eyes light up with
demure appreciation
for everything
you do
and everything
you say, it seems.
How can you
forget her
even for a night?
Every move
she makes
engenders
a shudder
in you because
you always think
she might just
touch you. And oh,
look again upon that
countenance--
there is just
something
about a beautiful woman
that begs
to be loved.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
Look at those
downcast cheekbones,
upturned eyes.
Look at the cloak
of hair that curls
around her face
like climbing vines
about a fence.
Look at her
neck like a vase
and a fanciful
silhouette thereof.
See how it all
gives way to flushed
skin and those
eyes light up with
demure appreciation
for everything
you do
and everything
you say, it seems.
How can you
forget her
even for a night?
Every move
she makes
engenders
a shudder
in you because
you always think
she might just
touch you. And oh,
look again upon that
countenance--
there is just
something
about a beautiful woman
that begs
to be loved.
(c) KEP 2012
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