Erotic as the Rain Forest
Exotic? Lee did not think so
He had heard stories, and neurotic was more likely
Erotic? He began to laugh,
His dendrites pinged with guffaws.
She was no more erotic than a virgin butterfly
Or so he had been told
By one who intended to keep her for himself
One who spread rumors about her ugliness of heart.
One who was psycho and sociopathic
His cousin, James, the ruiner
The one who hurt women
Almost as fast as they fell for him.
Luckily Lee was open hearted.
He decided to meet her for himself.
Stunningly gorgeous green eyes met his browns
Briefly, shyly, discreetly.
If anything was ever exotic it was
oranges, lemons, the rain forest and these green eyes
She was erotic too, and he enjoyed
savoring her, and saving her for himself.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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