You have such a worshippable body/mind.
Outer beauty is marred by our passion for the one inside.
One flow of an ivory smoothness that obsession
shall define forever with flawless presicion.
Like a cleverly defined tree of sorts begging me
to take a glimpse up at what I can see;
or to take slim arms and see where I can climb.
You have thin, lightly rose toned ribbons
that seem to ache for a touch in return.
and a sly peice of moist velvet that makes
it's rare appearence, always solo,
and runs across the ribbons,
a sensual dance of fabric on fabric.
And a face of pure sanctity, an oval one
of a flawless porceilan cumulous color,
like an empty pallette on display,
let me paint it with my hunger.
Yes, these things make me flutter about dazedly,
but you know that one thing....
But there lies something upon this plate
that iliicits the hunger from my shy heart
and lands upon me with a heavy blush of sorts.
That one thing lies with in your eyes,
an intelligent, knowing glitter that bestows me
with an almost an occult knowledge
of your thoughts and feelings.
The color is not of importance,
[though the oaky sienna color is quite handsome]
but that sexy shimmer of thought and passion
really makes me smile.
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great poem
i loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thank you very much!
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Wow!
Is this in mund of a real person ?
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Nope. It could be. It's not even about a fantasy person, either. Just...stuff. If that makes any sense...
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Yeah, it makes sense.
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Good, then.
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