More To Her There Than Meets the Eye
More to her there than meets the eye
a hint of bare shoulder, a near-glimpse of thigh
Her golden hair wrapped in a kerchief
Tempting tongue flickers 'tween lips
Her voice like a sweet nightingale
mates with a whippoorwill's deep in the vale
She moves like a breeze o'er tall grasses
Her shadow ahead of her form
Her fragrance as fresh as the meadow
whence her virginal beauty was born
More to her there than meets the eye
Admirers take notice and sigh
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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