Auburn hair
Gently
Genuflects Over
Two pale shoulders-
Shrouding a
Soft neck
Of white
Oak.
Long luscious
Back,
Arched like
An
Inverted
Wave,
Washing white
Foam of
Ecstasy beneath
Her narrow feet
With each
Inflated
Footstep.
Gentleman
May gawk
At the obvious,
Yet I have
Seen a woman
From behind-
And now
May truly
Appreciate
The rest of her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely write......and you are going to shine.........