There was that sweet delight <br />especially when she <br />had that smile on her <br />and as you sat <br /> <br />by the pond with her <br />and she joined her hands <br />over her knees <br />and stared ahead <br /> <br />at the ducks out there <br />and you gazed at her <br />sideward on <br />and took in <br /> <br />her fine breasts <br />and thighs <br />and she said <br />ducks are very greasy creatures <br /> <br />to eat unlike rabbits <br />which are very dry <br />and you said <br />I guess they are <br /> <br />but my sisters wouldn't <br />touch either with a bargepole <br />and she raised her eyebrows <br />and sighed and said <br /> <br />guess they would <br />if they were starving <br />and you said <br />I guess people would eat <br /> <br />almost anything <br />if they were starving <br />and she turned <br />towards you <br /> <br />and said <br />I read somewhere <br />they ate each other <br />in the Civil War in Russia <br /> <br />and there was <br />some sweet delight <br />when she said that <br />and the way <br /> <br />her breasts and thighs <br />captured your eyes <br />with love of course <br />with a small dose of lust <br /> <br />mixed in <br />and that wished <br />for passion <br />and dream of sin.<br /><br />Terry Collett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-delight-2/
