She had at least three faces
We never knew what was coming
Or whether it would come at all
She had a sensualness and sexiness that tattoos could not camouflage
It's not about what you wear
Is about how you feel
What you feel inside
The components of a human being
Being yourself
Feel the texture
As it emphasizes the feelings
Feel the movement
As it modifies the human being
In you
It's not about what you represent
Is about how you present it
What the tongue can emphasize
The ingredients of a human being
Being you
Why are you so mean and cruel
Making me stare, pant and drool
The sexiness that you display
Makes my body shake and sway
Tremoring each time I see
This sexy man in front of me
Arm muscles rippled with sweat
Pecks and abs I can't forget
Eyes so sparkly and green
A six pack stomach strong and lean
Soft blond hair I can't resist
Moist and tender lips to kiss
Fingertips that intertwine
When I hold your hand in mine
A loving heart beating my name
Warming me like a hot flame
That I feel in the night
Wrapped in sexiness so tight
SEXINESS
Knowing me as a sensitive and caring person,
What I find sexy, as you may have suspected,
(Although by rationalizing the situation it will only worsen)
Is based on real people with whom I have been connected
For example dark hair about jaw length
A dress with a flared skirt and narrow white hem
Chubby women with very little strength
And the Sudanese national anthem
Not to mention the long-haired beauty
When I was fourteen who liked me to divest her
And who showed me my duty
In her daddy’s combine-harvester
Oh, those John Deere s still send me to goose bumps
Or a really big Massey Ferguson with platform attachment
Can be even better than the weak ladies with plump rumps
In generating sexual excitement
I do not wish to discuss the anthem of Sudan
Although you may be curious
Because it involved not a woman but a man
Whose affection turned out to be spurious
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Written, tongue-in-cheek, by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud's Contest SEXY!
The warming glow that brings my heart abloom,
A fireplace with silent flickering
My passions flowing in a low-lit room,
Oh, take my pen and write, muse whispering.
Soft, quiet thoughts embracing songs, consume.
Engrossed, dramatic shadows shimmering.
Endorphins gleaning precious words, oh soul –
Serenity and sexiness made whole.
© February 6, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: SEXY!
Sponsored by: nette onclaud