Her - Poem by Dan Brown
She’s sheer sex.
Her body of smooth curves and flowing
Her eyes sparkle at me, making me want her.
Her mouth entrances me. It
seems lost for an emotion to portray.
Caught between a snarl and sexy
My eyes flow over her, and fix on her rear.
A sight of pure
Even her ears have been crafted by
Perfectly formed and complimentary to
the rest of her.
I’d like to lift the lid and examine her particulars,
Her statistics excite me as it is.
But I don’t know what I’m doing in that area.
She’s way out of my
But I fall in love
when he starts the engine.
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