I Must Confess Poem by Randy McClave

I must confess
She looked hot in the dress,
She filled my soul with desire
I was set on fire.
I know that every look and feature
Of that true exotic creature,
I remember the look and shape of her legs
As the soul begs.
My eyes then stared at her ass
What else could a man ask,
Then when my eyes went to rest
A unicorn pendant covered her breast.
Then when she smiled at me
I was finally truly happy and free,
All my worries and fears were gone
So, into her eyes I stared on.
She came to me with broken shoes
Like a Cinderella on the news,
But, I still knew that she was a princess
Her look and style convinces.
Sadly there was no kiss
To which I could say, "goodbye", ""hello" or you, "I miss",
But, me she once again did impress;
I must confess.

Randy L. McClave