That girl, she loves my jazz
Eyes closed, she twirls
Her pearly whites revealing
A momentary content
That madcap girl
Blues and Reds send her to the moon, baby
Greens to the carpet
Digging in her heels
Takes the fix for the kicks
To be comfortable
To feel remarkable
That sweet child
Slinks like a cat
Up my leg
Purring all the while
"Make love to me, " she smiles dreamily
"Make love before the sun comes up"
That girl, she is
A wounded bird
But she laughs all night long
How she laughs
That girl, my girl
Never wants to leave
This room, these feelings
This spectral love of ours
That girl, she is A wounded bird But she laughs all night long How she laughs A lovely incarnation of your eros, so beautifully knitted into a poem. Great creation dear poet. Thanks for the sharing. 10++++ for it. Subhas
Lighthearted and happy, a lively little poem of fun! Enjoyed it very much. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Yoni A. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.