8-18-12

Arms, legs, lips, thighs

Some are adventurous with it

Others are shy

Some are overwhelmed at how the body can terrify


Sitting in that doorway

Her head tilted to the side

Her voice so sweet with honey

That I could've sworn she had something to hide


The waist, stomach and feet

What was it that made her voice so sweet?

If what I think is true, then I know

That there was something to be told in the discreet


Flicking fire with dancing glances

Baiting me, daring me to try my chances

Knowing that If I do indeed dare

I will be hers to ensnare


Lively hair, blonde and fair

Transient, beautiful eyes

Those entrancing eyes

Are still full of lies