I've seen her silhouette,
the wind and sun reveal to me,
The memory in my mind is set,
shimmering transparent sundress.
The breeze and light in harmony
expose flowing curves and mounds.
Stretching to her limits, showing the job at hand;
new points of interest found.
Morals in hand, I know forbid me.
Still not willing to look away,
Swollen chest and ego command,
this is not the day.
And then awkward retreat,
slow embarrassment for obvious reason.
A punishment of sort,
Gods' reminder that I am a man.
Perhaps another day,
battles lost.
To return and fight another time,
forcing my eyes to follow my feet.
I've seen her silhouette
Sheer eloquence in fine poetic form here, BMcG! Some silhouette's you can never forget. A poem that touches the soul Smiling at you Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha, this is very clever and memorable.