Feminine Form

[I have revised this verse]

 

Magnificent curves,
My eyes trace them
And the familiar muscle movement
Triggers a wave of…

Greed.
No, not greed.
I don’t care to possess
Such a shape is not owned.

Each so distinct,
Yet reminiscent and familiar,
So I know where to look
To enhance the feeling of…

Lust.
But not exactly.
The base instinct
Would disfigure and contort

Movements graceful
With a give and a sway,
A bounce even,
Instantly forming a…

Crush.
Yet it’s not so.
That’s too short lived,
Of the heart, not the eyes.

Unerring, innate
Beauty, of a kind
I can never exhibit
And it makes me…

Jealous.
What? No.
Too negative, about me
Not the perfect shape.

Round and full
Feminine form,
In it’s many varieties,
Leaves me so full of…

Admiration!
A warm glow of
Appreciation, for
Each tableau.

Really, it’s everything
All crowding my heart and mind
Simultaneously.

– R. Brockey

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