The Librarian
There she is
The librarian
Not old not young
But secretarian
Made the way she looks
Looks everyday
Not to be stared at
But I find her that way
Very astute behind the desk
Patiently waiting
For any request
Very attractive
In her own way
Her walk her smile
Her everyday
I walk in and see her
And my heart does sway
The direction of dreams
Fantasies way
Her hair her curves
Her full display
A lady of honor
Above dismay
The look of her
I write of today
I give to all women
And to them I say
Thanks for the feeling
you gave me today
The walking art piece
For the world displayed
The pleasure of eyes
Like music to the ears
The smell of a sweet fragrance
The taste of sweetness gives
The feelings I live
I take from what you give
The satisfaction of seeing her
again and again
(Writen this day while feeling this way)
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