The Daily Poem

SWERVE

A swiftly lifting moment ripe and rare,

A taste of eyes, a dish of flirty fare:

What is that luscious swerve of female skin

(Analysis has not determined how)

That like a sonic boom collapses through

The breathless knees of men and makes them do

(No thought beyond the sizzling here and now)

The boyish things they do in hopes to win

A taste of eyes, a dish of flirty fare,

A swiftly lifting moment ripe and rare.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Novel Verse Form

At Sea, bound for Fiji

JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (28th Night)

~ The Daily Poet