THAT KIND OF WOMAN

only one look told me
she was that kind of woman
with eyes too knowing
and too much leg showing
the kind of woman
men kill for

the kind of woman
you undress in your mind
and taste in your dreams
long after you’ve had her

smooth long legs to heaven
breasts that bounced
when she walked
husky voice dripping honey
when she talked
a scent that drives you wild

the kind of woman you need
to taste all over
and bend over your table

the goddess you want to worship
in touches and licks of penance
the whore you want to take
without foreplay more than one time
the answer to your sexual prayer

the kind of woman
that transforms man into animal
the kind you have to have
and you never forget


©9/13/2005 Don Juan Amante

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