She’s got me thinking
Shy with held back bravery
An old young that’s barely
Been touched
Beautiful on the tree such
Is first impressions
The shape and the figure is a
Concession
Stand
Up and it’s easy to see
The potential for untapped
But desired aggression
And if I mention
In detail
The physical dimensions
It would have to start
From the legs to the thighs
And next it’s the shape
Not the size
That’s always growing
But what was showing was enticing
And the nice thing
She wants it to be my thing
I’m thinking that
That has a nice ring
That’s when I pause
And thinking
That anytime I like things
I lose my focus
Concentrate on the magic
That becomes hocus pocus
And I’m not streamlined
And my love life isn’t mellow
But I remember the runners were
Pink and she might have
Been wearing a little yellow
One brush against the body
And I felt the warmth
Temptation wouldn’t allow me
To bring out the charm
Even with unspoken invitation
No fuse to disarm
She’s a young old that’s barely
Holding back her bravery
And if I’m wrong
From myself save me
And I’m a man of caution
Depends on the time frame
You consider or call lately
And my emotions have to go further
Than the love of woman
It’s for the affection of a lady
Nice lips eyes crazy
Bright
Intelligent
Saying you intimidate but you can’t phase me
Afterthought
Should have held her close
Let her feel the roughness of my hands
She’s got me thinking
There’s potential
And depends on the next poem she
Inspires me to write
Maybe
G.C. Oct. 07/2010