She looked good enough to pick,
Her curves were loud, her thighs thick,
She was a woman of mature age,
If I was a collector I would've put her in a cage,
But that was just too naughty to think about,
Just to look at her could've cured even the worst gout,
I checked my eyes twice looking around,
Thinking I was lucky ‘cause of what I had found,
She moved like a serpent ready to attack,
Her look was piercing sharper than a tack,
Luscious lips like those were rare,
I wanted her right then and there,
She was vivid, and real,
Her skin I wanted badly to feel,
She was conceited and knew what she had,
Just one night with her and I would've been glad,
I came at her with a vengeance,
I couldn't think straight I was in a trance,
There was a multitude around me,
But they parted like the red sea,
And as I came nearer,
Her features became clearer,
Just then I awoke with a scream,
It had all just been a dream.
(01/12/2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem