The Legacy Of Norma Jean Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

The Legacy Of Norma Jean



Picture me wrapped in a sheet.
Picture my cleavage playing hide and seek
Picture my legs stretched out on the bed.
Picture my curves as I arch and turn.

Picture my tousled curls.
Picture my pouting mouth.
Picture my eyes under heavy lashes
Picture the light as the camera flashes.

Picture yourself as a wolf.
And devour me with your eyes.
Picture yourself as a demon.
And descend on me in the night.

As helpless as a lamb.
As plump as a rabbit.
As scented as jasmine.
As juicy as fruit.

Take in all of me.
And when you are sated.
Lie by my side.
For you are mine.

I am opium.
I am ambrosia.
I am Circe’s Maze.
I am Calypso’s Cave.

I am the bliss
Into which
You can only sink
Even deeper.

Sunday, October 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sexy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Glen Kappy 14 September 2018

Oooooo weee, Suzanne! -Glen

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Suzanne Hayasaki

Suzanne Hayasaki

Menomonee Falls, WI, USA
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