Stirs the cricket chirping lively and bright
beneath the lush clouds of evenings beauty,
a solace to a midnights stroll is here
within the cleaner air of phantom night.
A woman found by my gaze, a cutie
slender, curvy, in fashion styled to sear--
Has my attention slipped? No! I am fine.
But, my reverie has settled booty
ah! That is mans mind, to dream her rear
morning, noon, it's nice; much like a good wine
supple, graceful, elegant her many facets.
So dreams the spell and sips of her unclear.
My emotion stirs evening's tender climb,
to contemplate her nurturing assets.
Author notes
I started this with a line from Longfellow
then removed the line.
"Into the darkness and the hush of night,"
In a list
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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A culminating sojourn into nature of a natural kind. Ha! Metaphors abound transending thoughts of nature in all it's living bounty infused here.Enjoy the remainder of Summer my friend,that ol' grip of colder will return once yet again . Nice poemy.
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