My Body
I am a young woman.
Fruitful. Abundant.
Tight, youthful, soft, an escape.
Eyes a soft sea blue.
Wandering hues on the brink of gray.
Casting shadows over watchful eyes, my brows uplifted in surprise.
My lips, so pink. Taught. Contrast my ivory skin.
My arms, once lanky, stretch to my thighs. A foreign limb.
Once renounced to me.
Carrying themselves like a separate being.
My thighs.
Oh to what do I owe this pleasure?
A chunk of meat attached to each leg.
Tree trunk width, petal soft feel.
Embarrassing, yet tis is me.
Legs so long.
Touch the sky.
Hair so wild, Chestnut and gold.
At my side, so thick, windblown.
Feet so slim, little round toes.
Peek underneath knobby knees above.
I arch my back to see behind.
What a timid gesture, why so shy?
Rosy hot cheeks, eyes down in dismay.
This is my body.
My Body always....
Copyright © Lisa Ebehardt | Year Posted 2014
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