Monday, July 14, 2008

easy on the eyes

some bodies nice
—eyes cold as ice
protruding bosoms
—remote the wisdom
excite the sense
—thought sense absent
with sunny smile
—like crocodile
and hint of sex
—hormones that vex
which promise fun
—shan't last, not one
my heart, it jumps
—to pump blood to pants


Paul Bernard said...

Classy piece of work.

Dirty, lusty, what's not to like?

Bryan said...

I realized about halfway through writing this that it's also two poems happening at the same time.