art by Amor Sabor c 1988 unauthorized duplication prohibited
the image of her before I knew what she really (my loca) looked like
“Strapless”
I watch her from the fringe of anticipation
as she wore her ruffled strapless gown
that hugged bare shoulders for dear life
an exhibit of delicate clavicles and cleft
I can hear her soft skin through my lips
and I even taste her soul with my eyes
she moves across the face of the sun
while distant stars spill across the sky
I wallow in the tangles of her tresses
as they curl around my naked tongue
I desired to savor the edge of her top
The elastic that stretched laboriously
as it cradled her full breasts loosely
like a tightrope walker balanced high
in the absence of safety nets or bags
my eyes fixed firmly upon her bosom
even in dissentience I am distracted
waiting for announcement of invitation
I am hungry in the pockets of silence
A wolf baying under the waxing moon
Suspiciously circling her endowments
With eyes that telescope through storm
Like heat seeking missiles in armament
Poised to find the nurturing of her warmth
Ready to catch the evaporation in her neck
Where I spy her form sculpted to perfection
© 2011 Amor Sabor
Peace be with you
William
Debbie
Sheila
Ron
Mary
your romantic pen is beautiful...
Under Pearlescent Moons
Vickie
Gorgeous poetry from a most talented, romantic man.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Regis
Thanks Dick
-gene.
Peace
Tony
Romantic and beautiful!
Blessings,
~Linda
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
'I can hear her soft skin through my lips ...' delightful!! =]
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Blessings,
Christine
incarnation of flesh and timeless goddess in one.
Such power and style and depth in your lines.
Top drawer. And the delicate yet confident artwork is, too.
John