Some really old stuff.


She had on her stilettos,
And her legs looked longer than ever.
I looked at her from the tip of toes,
Observing every inch of her body,
Looking for signs of lustful thoughts.
Her legs looked lively and warm,
But I could not deduce a satisfactory conclusion.
My eyes got fixed on her curves,
Surveyed them for a few seconds,
Is she likely to explode any second?, I thought.
I studied her tummy and chest,
Hoping to discover signs of a greedy heart,
Or nipples eying me possessively,
Nay, it was not to be!
Then I scrutinized her neck,
Long and enticing,
Searching for signs of an increased pulse.
Her chin; her lips were set,
Soft and lascivious,
And I was left hanging.
The I saw her eyes,
Burning with desire,
Unblinking with satisfaction,
Foreseeing a copulative delicacy.
Her eyes,
A recap of her need for sensual fulfillment.
I looked into them,
And promised.

Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2018-09-25 at 02:13

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
it's always the eyes ~

i wonder if this could be written today, considering current mores.

i like it very much.