Beauticia Poem by J T Jayasingh

Alone, I was sitting by a brook
In the silent setting of an eve.
Odor of jasmine rubbed my nose
And slowly approached a tender foot step.
An angel was standing in my front
As her velvet curly hair
Dancing in the wind.

A black spotted yellow gown
The tender Beauticia wore.
Her grapy eyes lively glanced
To take a secret, silent bath
That thrilled my heart and soul.

Now her little playful hands
Gently untied the cloak,
It creped down rustling,
Rubbing the bosoms, the thighs-
Beauty, beauty….

Now a passenger bus passed by
On my back!
When I turned again,
I saw a dancing pine tree
In front of the brook!