ShapeA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenNo surprises there then!The swell of
breasts has always
been my downfall. The curlew cry
of cleavage a weakness I am powerless to resist. A woman's
form of curves and lithe
limbs simply has me
broken. Sparkling come to bed
eyes and full and luscious
lips and I am
toast. That sweet knowing smile as my gaze wanders lonely as a
cloud, feasting
silently upon soft, peach-like
skin. Woman is indeed
poetry at
its best, a classic
portrait, a marble
bust, a sultry
song at dusk. she is art at its most
noble and for me
she is a must! 30/07/19 © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 30, 2019 Last Updated on July 30, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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