Such A Lovely Education Poem by Hans Ostrom

When she walks into a room,
she shines the shadows away.
When she walks into a room,
she shows hips how to sway.

When she looks into your eyes,
she pulls them into hers.
When she looks into your eyes,
the love-lust motor whirs.

When she talks, talks low to you,
warm honey comes to mind.
When she talks, talks low to you,
You feel your heart unbind.

The walk, the words, the look
construct this fascination.
The walk, the words, the look:
Such a lovely education.