Not very good but found this in the archives of my life :-)
Allure mysterious and exciting
Sweetly scented, flowing hair
A jewel of dew answering a prayer
She steps in time to natures call
A ripening fruit from a tree to fall
Succulent, tempting, this flesh that will yield
As harvests are gathered across every field
This mind of a woman lies undiscovered
You can take from her clothes and leave her body uncovered
Possession to pound, to seek for the core
This maddening passion for more and yet more
Softly she gives what it is they desire
As the sun in the sky grows higher and higher
And the soft breeze of summer sings through the air
Fertile, a flower, of nectar to share
Crops in abundance she treasures her secret
Flowing with life - her force to respect
And as the seasons change to wintery storms
Leaves fall around her, her beauty to adorn
Taking stock of her life she awaits for the spring
Her body is rent in a life cycle sting
To nurture and suckle this act of creation
Of mans frenzied need, life's procreation.
Poetry by Elle
Read 958 times
Written on 2016-04-10 at 19:47
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Woman
She is woman, all invitingAllure mysterious and exciting
Sweetly scented, flowing hair
A jewel of dew answering a prayer
She steps in time to natures call
A ripening fruit from a tree to fall
Succulent, tempting, this flesh that will yield
As harvests are gathered across every field
This mind of a woman lies undiscovered
You can take from her clothes and leave her body uncovered
Possession to pound, to seek for the core
This maddening passion for more and yet more
Softly she gives what it is they desire
As the sun in the sky grows higher and higher
And the soft breeze of summer sings through the air
Fertile, a flower, of nectar to share
Crops in abundance she treasures her secret
Flowing with life - her force to respect
And as the seasons change to wintery storms
Leaves fall around her, her beauty to adorn
Taking stock of her life she awaits for the spring
Her body is rent in a life cycle sting
To nurture and suckle this act of creation
Of mans frenzied need, life's procreation.
Poetry by Elle
Read 958 times
Written on 2016-04-10 at 19:47
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Ivan R |
shells |
Nancy Sikora |
one trick pony |
Texts |
by Elle Latest textsTwo Little CatsHills Not the End Cinders Oh perfect Day |
Increase font
Decrease