My lovers these days
in fact it’s the closest I’ll ever get to a Lover these days;
a Man passing by in the street,
or in the light of a dream in the dark or an early tweet
He who makes my Heart beat
whose smile lets my Soul sing
whose wit makes my Body tune in
whose kindness soothes my frazzled Nerves
whose eyes very gently evoke my Curves
And his Legs…
Aaahhh; leave it, ripe woman!
Legs are legs are legs
ooh, no
Experience knows
they’re not
They are not
never is a leg is a leg was a leg a leg
differs from a rose in that way
although not knowing and aware,
neither he nor me,
my body reveals me with a light breeze of giggle and blush,
my tounge with chatter and rush
so
Will I allow myself to Sense
Enjoy the smile
Listen to the beat,
Soften to the urge to close my eyes and Feel
Hands and Legs of soft steel
although bewildered
that age is not age is not age
just a number with no restrictions when comes to giggles and joyous play
Will I dare to be there
to be true
and risk blue
or will I close the doors,
the blinds, the shutters,
choke the giggle,
shout: Be silent, my heart!
Lurking Lust or Relentless Love,
who knows
who knows
is who knows
is the one who dares,
I suppose
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