Picturesque; Popular Version Of Perfection

Picturesque; popular version of perfectionFlawlessly designed for an afternoon trystBut there’s something broken in her smileIt appears her panties are in a twist Few could have complaints on her formWith that yoga toned & sculpted derrièreFeeding on kale & interweb attentionBut her soul smelled more like dairy air

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”