© Jeff Shumate 2010
Curling streams of thick red locks,
Shiny as the sun’s river face,
From head to toe, silky soft skin, full lips waiting to be kissed,
Light complexion, full and tender to the touch,
Ever changing eyes,
More beauty than the skies,
Searching for the end of her long elegant legs,
I travel them slowly with my eyes,
Sights of beauty never before seen,
Adding delight to my soul,
Lustfully I journey through the valley,
To the arched smooth slender small of her back,
My lady I want to nest in your valley,
And view the arch of your back,
Seeing a neck worth the kiss of a king,
From her shoulders to her silky rivers of red hair,
My travels take me down the narrow path of her neck,
And I see her apples blossom in the orchard,
They blossom to a point of no return,
How I want to taste the fruit of her breasts.
Her soft tummy below,
Shows the marks of thy children,
Marks which bare beauty,
May I glide my fingers across the proof of your fertility?
A little further I see the honey drip,
Slowly down her full soft thighs,
I wait patiently at her slender feet,
Hoping for a taste of something sweet.
I see her complete,
The woman I wait for, the woman I love.
© Copyright 2016 jeffhzlprk. All rights reserved.
Short Story / Young Adult
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Poem / Poetry
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