Table width seperation,
The sassy voice, all fire an' brimstone,
The innate entanglement of leather n' lace,
The cocky catialion, multi-colour tare,
And I, Nothing, but an inquisative stare.
The empower of beauty,
Deep inplanting, confidents caloge,
The rich embeance of firy paulse,
An hieress' crown, elegants' flare,
And I, Nothing, but a soulful stare.
The stroking hair,
Slowly curling, fingers long n' slender,
Quiet undertones lead chance at stake,
The bitten lip, unsuraties flare,
And I, Nothing, but deep infuent stare.
Eyes rapaid movement,
Glancing left, swift shift right,
Rich deep blue pools motion of wave,
Fingers stroll, necks' length bare,
And I, Nothing, but a commanding stare.
Hints of want,
Between lines, softer voice speaks,
In hopes of notice of fireworks find,
The hidden truth, senual glare,
And I, Nothing, but my bring it on stare......
BLINK... whew, one of your better ones for sure. I like how the intensity of the last line increases with each vere and the whole interplay between the characters. I'd have a hard time playing poker with you, G. Cheers, Masha PS watch the spelling
SIR GEOFF>>>Fine penning, indeed....BRING ON THE STARE ..........................................................BRING ON THE TEN! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F j R}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Geoff.... would hate to have a staring contest with you on this one! You've really got it sewn up here, very sensual.... can picture the image right away! Great write again... you're on a roll! HG: -)