The Eloquence of Billiards
Her smile shed a glow,
her smirk shows her skill,
cutting on the curvature,
banking on the opponent,
dropping like a pro,
moving like a dancer
sculpted of sensual stone
smooth and flawless,
braids cascading down
emphasizing lushes lips of pink.
Tantalizing
dark eyes
drawing you in
stalling your game,
the epitome
of a full moon in a cloudless sky
at midnight,
the eloquence of natural beauty.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2008
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