Try as I may not to meditate
on your physique,
(after all, good girls don't do that.
do they?),
I find my eyes wandering,
taking in your bronze skin,
your shoulders...
strong and sure,
your tummy...
not quite as flat as it probably once was,
your hands...
(I wonder how they would feel on my skin),
your bottom...
(looks good in jeans, but can't help but wonder
how it would look without them),
your thighs...
strong and muscular,
your lips...
(I can only imagine the possibilities).
You stand with such confidence
and beside you I feel
my femininity burst into flame.
I find myself smiling,
brushing the hair from my eyes,
victim to my lustful thoughts,
thinking of the many times
I have been the recipient
of such lustful glances.
Now I know how it feels
to be the watcher.
No harm intended.
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Oh dear! This is so hot it's about to burst into flames!! You are a master dear!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
terrific. I wish more women would recognize the balance. then I wouldn't get stuff thrown at me so often for staring.
Great attitude.
thanks for sharing..
Good girls DO DO THAT.....and more...
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Your killing me Cheryl, your killing me! More, more! Great poem and I can so relate! Thanks!
You are really opening up with this. I love that.
In the web of cruel dreams
Came back and read again, you are definetly killing me Cheryl!
Do good girls look? Yes. Do they wonder? Yes. They may not let anyone else know but we "ladies" do more than we're willing to admit. Good poem. Thanks for posting it.