Reclining Nude Poem by Stevie Taite

How fruitful, the rounded limbs of the reclining nude.
Soft contours long to be caressed by the eye
In all feminine holds robust strength
Fragility insults the perception of woman.
In this form, sensual solidity transfuses with sweetened slopes of eb and flow.
Womb throbs under curved florescent reflections, transcribing life's intriguing form
Breasts propped, from where warm heart of desire beats fervently
On a proud pedestal
Thighs rest, unified with the gravity of Mother Earth.