the girl standing on the street.

by Andrew MacLellan

Posted to Poetry on 2001-10-23 21:58:00

Woman of mystery
In my lost, hollow eyes,
Do not hide your beauty
As your lush red hair flies
With the wind that carries
Your sweet sensuous scent
Through the fresh grass and trees
Till every man is spent.
When your eyes dance with me
Like the stars dance at night,
When your tongue holds the key
As your voice brings delight,
You sow your enchanting
Magic on this old soul.
So emancipating
When sexy hits its toll.
Why are you as soft as milk
And sweet as a cookie?
Smooth like expensive silk,
The place that love may be.
I’ve not tasted your mind,
But in my eyes I trust
That there’s no other kind
That inspires such lust.
There’s no words to be said
Of how you are divine.
My chance wouldn’t be wasted
But enriched with fine wine.

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