outside my window,
i see pretty pretty spring,
unfolding for me.
i sit in my room,
and welcome spring.
outside my window
i see pretty prety spring
and there
amongst the blue flowers,
she sits with mud on her knees.
her pink dress unbuttoned
till i can see
her chocolate skin.
till spring can see
her chocolate skin.
but
her eyes are blind to that sky
her ears deaf to that bird.
instead she sits with mud on her knees
instead she sits with fingers between her legs,
welcoming not only spring,
but her own season.
5 comments:
This is a beautiful poem, with lovely visuals. Thank you.
I've added you to my link list. I should have a new post on my blog in a day or two, or maybe even later today. :)
:-)
and i posted a pic on my blog finally
Oh...the poem makes me melt. Pretty pretty spring!
Gotta go check out medusa's pic.
chow
COS SHE FEELS WHAT SHE FEELS AND DOES NOT WAIT FOR ANYONE ELSE. and also spring or an equivalent season symbolising an orgasm.
i hope you know what those fingers were upto?
yeowza! I didn't see it that way. I thought see was silently reflecting on the state of the soil in the spring, you know mother earth & all that.
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