She’s beautiful… not oh, look at her pretty face I want to fuck her beautiful.
Of course I would in any angle and position I could put her in.
But beautiful like an explosion of all the senses that she touches in you.
From your heart to your hand which finds all her release points.
Her eyes that find yours across the room , wanting nothing else but to please…
She’s beautiful in the way that leads you to want to wrap around her like a blanket .
She’s an addiction, an affliction a contradiction at the apex of her attraction
She’s trouble.. oh so much trouble
but the good kind you want to unwind
and let spin and spin and spin
She is simply a connection, a puzzle piece,
that missing part that you didn’t know
was apparently needed
to make your soul complete.
By Philip Wardlow 2014
2 thoughts on “She – a Poem”
I hope She knows how lucky she is to be glorified through your thoughts and words. Lovely.