Summer whispers your grooves through a screen door,
carrying your legs sensual linens flowing.
A strapless tease of naked shoulders shout, our
eyes speak smooth fancy, watching, observing
so sublime soft woman, showing her dance,
only wishing to walk; wild summer nights.
When while our pleasure becomes lovely chance
sweet eyes encounter our lives, sparkling lights.
We are that human condition, that nerve
so needs attention, touch, feels delicious
when fingertips drawing caress her verve
gender allowances swoon auspicious.
Taboos restrain Man’s sexual being
Unbridled fantasy, unraveling.
I do love those sundresses 🙂
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