Attraction is
the
beckoning
of
senses,
on lower floors
of mantrabreath,
where falls
and whitecaps
meet
to mingle
on
wet
and wondrous
tips
and hoods
of velvet
with a touch of silk.
There may be
milk,
to nurture
and to soothe
sonora valley,
berry cave
twin peaks
a
mantle
keeping warmth
rejecting vibes
and
xeno scribes
so soft
and smooth.
Praised
oft
by Dukes,
green rivers
tasty cukes,
sliced thin
and come
within.
a row of queue cumbers...? ? ? yeah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! .... now that's a thawt... queque cumbers crunch numbers? ? ? .... hmmm... I reckon they could be some creative bean counting growing amongst the attractions..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah - - that is what Attraction is - - and so well hidden are the sensuous explanations of the opening statement - - you are a master at this and I applaud you - - another great write......10 and more from Fay....xx