A girl, a horse, a blinding beauty: <br />How many hands, feet, ankles <br />Did my roaming limbs do duty? <br />Further anatomy would surely rankle. <br /> <br />Then, gentle reader, ahead and steady, <br />In gait, perhaps the same bright girl <br />Towering over me on her steed, <br />Waiting for a wilder ride, or a steaming pearl. <br /> <br />Once while sitting, holding hands, <br />My heart enlarged with beginner's love, <br />Pumping out hormones, those salient glands, <br />Showed me where to strive, and what to prove.... <br /> <br />Another seamless night in black, <br />Serenely we made our first kiss <br />That made me entirely taken aback <br />From this sorority of that garden of bliss. <br /> <br />Then surely love poured forth <br />A dull brown place made aghast, <br />That became insanely big for all its worth, <br />As I realized what was come in spates. <br /> <br />And I can proclaim that <br />I have always been in love, a natural fact.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blatant-poem/
