The Centerfold That Stole My Heart - Poem by Michael Fischer
Infatuation overcomes me
as I flip through the pages in my magazine.
But there’s one model that stole my heart.
My guilty pleasure never felt so right.
Her beauty is bittersweet;
Bitter because she’s the queen of hearts,
and I’m but an untouchable in her eyes,
but sweet, because I can dream of her;
And ah, what a dream it is.
Her tropical body soaks in the afternoon sun;
Her silk skin, gleaming from her lotion,
blinds even the most secure of men.
She has sandy riotous hair
that meanders in the warm summer breeze.
She wears a gold swimsuit
that reveals her goddess-like physique
and her ceaseless bronze legs;
Legs that put even gymnasts to shame.
Her enchanting umber eyes,
eyes that could get her out of murder,
melt my heart like a lit candle in the night.
Her smile; ah, her 1000 watt smile;
It’s a flawless work of art
that should be marveled at
and remembered forever.
And last but not least, she has the softest of lips;
Lips I’ve always sought-after;
Lips I want to tenderly kiss,
so I can walk, in her sweet sun shower of bliss.
It’s only a dream,
but ah, what a dream it is.
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