An Innocent Looking Soul

An innocent looking soulDraped with an ethereal gownConfident strides across the patioWith Eve’s revengeCrisp air – like the first bite of a green appleObscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure I watch her bosom swellIt’s not objectivizationFor I worship herRefreshed in wavesThis transparent Victorian hypocrisyKnowing all that ails& an unseen wound Yet morning crestsPaleContinue reading “An Innocent Looking Soul”

You Don’t Want To Admit

You don’t want to admitThat you possibly have some feelsThe epic curve of your bosomHeaving with a thought that I’ll stealYour subtle plaid skirt laid out nicelyLegs tucked behind your shapely derriereForever might be nice if you acceptTogether we meld into a love extraordinaire