She is - mysterious <br />A calf, a thigh, a curve of the belly <br />The silken skin revealing <br />The chestnut hair concealing <br /> <br />Who is the lady? <br />She weaves through my dreams <br />Offering a tender foot for my caress <br />Or a dance that promises so much more <br />An invitation to dine on her passion <br />Or leaving her essence on my white dress shirt <br />Her wardrobe in another reverie <br /> <br />Her words knit fantasy to fantasy <br />But her mouth, her face, remains elusive <br />No lips to kiss <br />No eyes to reflect my devotion back to me <br />No cheek to lavish with kisses <br /> <br />She circles and reveals her arching back <br />Sweeping down to the gentle swell of her buttocks <br />A promise <br />She reclines, arms around a raised knee <br />Ankle teasingly guarding her fertility <br />Her gateway temptingly concealed <br /> <br />This woman of words, braider of erotic baubles <br /> <br />Anonymous<br /><br />Robert J Meyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-of-poems/
