Quell... Poem by Nestor David Armas

Bomb shell

She is hard to quell,

Lost in her eyes

You will find dark skies,

Raining on you

Answers few,

Who would have known

Your heart would have flown

So high so far

Bottle her in a jar,

Like the sweetest of jellies

Peanut butter on breaded bellies,

Find no harm

In her sultry charm;

Glossy lips

Hypnotizing hips,

Sexy temptation

Make us all rise as a nation,

Amazing overtures

Praise her curvatures,

Such is this flora in a faraway Terra;

For her you'd cross any Sahara...

(04/01/2012)