Her Body
I noticed her body after her beguiling faced walked in.
It spoke and sang to me with a swaying of heavy hip action.
If only I could dial back my desire then the stars would align,
but the god given geometry wrapping around that frame
would make a chaste man wonder why he went insane
as he saw curves creating arcs upon arcs
intertwining to manifest into shapes
only nature could conceive.
In the lovely female form
there’s a weakness
in me because as she
walks across the room
I continue to gaze while my
rapture increases knowing her body is
hidden beneath thin layers that only deepen
the mystery of a softness that is surely there.
What if I were to simply let my hands wonder
where they wish to go, to peek lightly with
fingertips in a caress down her naked back
with all intent to travel on if my bold
desires permitted such an act.
I know my place, but she
will learn my charms,
she will see my face,
and look deep into
my eyes and
wonder if
tonight I
am her
fate.
By Philip Wardlow
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
Love how the poem is shaped
Definitely intentional for the shape…kinda hard to write that way but it does bring home the form of a woman…:) ..thanks
Wonderful Philip. 🙂
Thanks Becca…I’m glad you liked it . What can I say the female form inspires me…:)
Your wordplay and form is what makes this poem what it is. . .Breathtaking. On a more perspective note (and IMO), Philip, it is very rare (in today’s poetry) to cross poems that reflect the overall beauty of a woman’s body when many tend to reflect only on the basic purpose of a woman’s body and the needs needing to be met by that body. Congrats \(‘.’)/
Wow…thanks for th great compliment on this poem Devlin….women are definitely meant to be appreciated in this way…I just wanted to express that…:)