A glance across a crowded room
my eyes transfixed on another
From a distance our eyes meet for a moment then continue on there chartered course
But...upon my glancing return
Exudes a presence of wonder,
an aurora of sheer beauty,
an understated elegance
and sexiness a plenty.
That is a Woman!
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
A glance across a crowded room
my eyes transfixed on another
From a distance our eyes meet for a moment then continue on there chartered course
But...upon my glancing return
Exudes a presence of wonder,
an aurora of sheer beauty,
an understated elegance
and sexiness a plenty.
That is a Woman!
Written on 20/03/13 by Josh Morter ©
Been an unfinished poem now for 3weeks or more now, just tweaked it and added the last line. Felt complete after that.