baby bottom I've got your joy
in just a dress that slips
by ankle and above
I'm on ditchside without the dog,
wind won't make turn around welcome in distance
when she might come with chance as my jaw wagged
by screen I guessed I'd go downstairs from,
but could've got inspired to unclothe not exit
for sunshine, so warm, unembarrassed
entirely raspily rapidly
as singing in boonies on weekend,
work guest is not who I am in full hide
except family is on street with rolled up sleeves
as I have invisible sniffle of mcs,
lower case with liver though now
but miscarriage isn't covered diminuitively
hoot all colors
simpler from mouth to below
nature can be amount in one room
matter of cold state
let me hear I'm not freezing
so my breasts on window sill
isn't oh fantasizing filling empty house
with furniture but infant
senorita tune travels me to tropics
and on off shoulder skin
doesn't let wish wash away,
from five minutes and longer hand shake
felt of health gaining thermal for twirl
medium beyond domain for down modesty
with body tempo massaged in receptors
respecting hold
Author notes
I feel I need another edit for it not to be abrupt
but can't get rythm without break...
good luck isn't exhibiting but costuming
please no emoticons or the applause, let me see your bare human comment
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- naked by le soir.
675 points, ended March 13, 2008, 23 entries
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