In so much that her legs are as long and beautiful <br />as the far reaching and graceful grasses of an African plain. <br />There in the midst, lying quiet and waiting; stillness is the virtue <br />of a hungry lioness and her pride. <br />And in so much that her lips are as full and voluptuous <br />as the soft dessert flower that exhibits an exotic bloom <br />There are still the thorns to protect; that which is not and cannot <br />be yours <br />because such beauty is for the ages and not purchased by the hour…. <br /> <br />2008 © T S<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beauty-of-a-perfect-whore/
