THIS
poem got dressed just for you…
draping itself in sensual words that
flowed freely, rich, and decadent
like melted milk chocolate
over trembling thighs.
It chants your name lyrically
carries your scent in each & every stanza
bears your smile in each line…
if only people knew where to look.

THIS
poem got dressed
just for you…
stepping into sexy eintou
bending slowly to temptingly
tuck senryu into a lacy black garterbelt
stopping to dab some hot liquid
jazz in the bend of a knee

THIS
poem got dressed just for you…
spritzing wrists and crooks of elbows
with warm haiku
letting the juiciness of a sonnet
trail slowly from collarbone to breasts….
adjusting lacy black braisseire so that
the sauciness of the cup doesn’t runneth over…yet

THIS
poem got dressed just for you…
ankles wrapped exotically in cinquain
silky words fall across shapely hips
that move rhythmically towards you
passion recited in each and every step

Yes my love
THIS
poem got dressed just for you….
and the only thing better than being the poem
is the breathless anticipation that floods my system
as I await the moment when you
undress
THIS
poem

Usted es más que un anhelar, usted está el deseo desnudo….

© Jackie Young ~ 2007

*~* QUOTABLE *~*

“If you can’t be the poet, be the poem.” ~ David Carradine

“You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some of it with you.” ~ Joseph Joubert

“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” ~ Carl Sandburg