My eyes glittered with perpetual delight
When I saw this beauty before my eyes
Half naked with those gorgeous thighs
Inflated breast and dazzling sexy eyes
Then I swiftly asked a question to myself
Is not she every man’s foremost goal?
Paradise is there, beneath her cloths
In the garden of her adore; but I have
Lost the path to her scintillating adore
Perhaps I am ignorant of the utter path
For love died soon, when I saw her yearn
It is true that beauty captures me much
But it is lust that frees me from crush
Tell me now, who among us is guilty
And who is guiltless?
Any one who tells you they (male or female) never lusted in their hearts is either lying or dead. Great question treated with your usual sensual bent. Good Job!
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
You are so honest!
Richard Vallance
Reindeer
" Is not she every man's foremost goal,
Paradise is there beneath, her cloths"
Excellent write.
William
~ smiling ~
Love and peace,
Susan