every way
your breasts choose to lay
snatch at my attention
shape anew my
intentions
lure me to reflect
that gravity is not so very grave
the way it plays these curves
this way... & that way...
thru every chance
of every most fortunate stance
each shift, each roll, each sway
your breasts, set free, choose to dance
upon the edge of your every breath
their shy rhythms entrance
soft cadences of desire
& allure me to reflect --
how like the sea, these contours
that grace your undulating space
swelling into shapes that i would trace
with tippy-tip of fingers; embrace
with an ambivalence of hands
you lie there, sleepy-eyed
and wonder why i'm smiling |
