Without resorting to crudity,
There's little to be said
Of a woman who invariably
Inspires thoughts of bed.
I'm betrayed by my eyes:
The curve of her thighs,
The slope of her breasts,
The way her hair sways,
The pouting of her lips,
The movement of her hips
Beneath her dress,
All draw my gaze.
And when finally she sees
Me watching her,
She contrives to tease
Me even more.
Indeed, she seems amused
To be perused in such a fashion,
As if it pleases her to tease
Me for my passion.
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