Sixth Sense Seduction
SIXTH SENSE SEDUCTION
In ordinary ways
in ordinary days
I stand before her quite amazed
at her lithe form.
While reaching up to touch a cloud
with naked limbs (it’s all allowed)
Her beauty strikes though not to lure;
to transform me of that I'm sure.
I hear the whispered wind blow through...
to once again say its adieu
...in delicate sound, so very crisp
upon this newly blossomed tryst
like falling leaves that gently touch
a waiting heart.
While still in trance of blessed bliss
I knew that a presumptive kiss
would end this convocation.
And so in silly awkward glee
and truly thinking it was not me
I could not I resist; oh won't you see?
It was not wrong to hug that tree.
CAK 2-14-2013
Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013
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