What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves

What Fantasy, Just To Think To Touch Her Curves Flowing from her curves, hot buckets of steam She the sexpot, in every man's lustful dream With her smile, a man's imagination could fly Worst words she could ever say, would be good-bye! What fantasy, just to think to touch her curves Her soft touch could rattle any man's nerves That voice, rivaled angels above gladly singing When she moaned, historic echoes kept a'ringing! There was such treasure in the sight of her legs So much that sooner or later every man begs The vision of delight, the sight of her breasts Refusing such charms, nobody had passed such tests! Flowing from her curves, deepest desire ever known She the devil's bride, tempts by just standing alone! Note, A sexy sonnet about ***** ******** -- I met her last night. R.J. Lindley July 27th, 1979 -------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- PRESENTED AS WAS WRITTEN , SO LONG AGO. Complete with that old note. Name erased by me now ! I Almost messed up and posted it...:whistling2: I can still see her image from that first night! Burned into my mind as a memory of my once wild life.