Soft Brush of Sexy
Paul Newman eyes, superhuman strength, tremble my knees.
Tom Selleck moustache, soft brush of sexy invites my kiss.
My sailor’s shirt tapped me on the shoulder, “If I said
you had a good body, would you hold it against me.”
When my “prince” knelt down to tie my shoe, not glass,
I fell in love, way too fast, before I could breathe.
My negligee, on fire with his wanton eyes, marries me.
6/21/2018
Seven lines of romantic heaven...Silent One
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