Your hips sway like the ocean's gentle breeze,
Curved and supple, a sight that truly frees.
They dance with grace, a mesmerizing sight,
In every step, they emanate delight.
Silk and satin cling, accentuating curves,
Invoking desire that the heart preserves.
A rhythmic motion, a sensuous display,
Her beautiful hips, a celestial ballet.
With each sway, they ignite a fiery desire,
A magnetic pull that sets souls on fire.
Oh, how her hips whisper secrets untold,
In their embrace, a love story unfolds.
.......'fiery desire'. I guess you've also caused my fingers to wander on this keyboard, causing an unfinished comment to be sent. Lest I get TOO excited, I shall NOT reread for the tenth time. You may be the next U.S. Poet Laureate. : ) bri
HOLY MACKEREL! ! ! 5 stars James, who've made ignited in this old body a
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
James McClain is in a new phase since I checked out his work a few years ago. The craft has been honed, but the sensuality remains. A bit Roethke-esque?