Achingly
Pretty
I
know, below,
Grows
the dullest aching.
Before
your pretty curves,
I
fall hopelessly in lust.
It
isn't the fullness of form,
Or
those sensual ripe lips,
Nor
all between tip and toe,
Let
alone the gripable hips.
It
seems more ethereal,
Way
beyond simply wild desire,
A
hell of a lot more,
But
girl it's stoking my fire.
Delicately
your body dances,
To
pleasure more than my eyes.
What
am I to do now,
Dazed
helplessly by firm thighs?
God
forbid I should touch,
And
reveal my true intent,
Or
kiss your lips with passion,
Then
you'd know just what I meant..
Wow.. hot stuff.. a very seductive piece of work.. love it xx
ReplyDeleteThank you.
ReplyDeleteI get some of my passion from reading your poetry too, and from life experiences that just touch me in the right way.
The poem is not about Julia Roberts by the way, though she is obviously a stunning woman, a 'Pretty Woman' and a delight to anyones eyes.
Here is the HUG you receive for your comments.
Loads of love xx