She's A Walking Book Poem by poppy miller

She's a walking book.
Free to read.
Who will never know dust
Nor a rigid shelf.
Everything she is,
All her breathing thoughts
Are there before you,
Are written for you to read.
A turn of the head,
The grace of her arms,
The swing in her gaite.
Each movement telling you
Her immediate thoughts
And happenings.
Proud and naked as
A new born babe
But not so innocent,
For the glint in those
Big blue eyes and
Beautiful face
Tells you, she's a mature woman
And asks, "Are you man enough? "

©
18/5/2016