ANGEL EYES.

eyes like buttercreme

and skin like sponge cake,

a feast for the gaze

and assault on the senses.

she's everything in heels,

and even more in Reeboks.

on heaven's promenade

in cloaked moonlight

and crushed ice. 

pursed lips

and glossed mouth.

oh how hungry you are

for a sweet roll like her!

a meal a part

of the halo diet,

which is so ironic

with the way 

she's a saint and a sinner

in how she moves.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Emunah, I’m too old for this! You make me long to be young again. I fell in love at “she’s everything in heels, and even more in Reeboks.” Then you slay me with “she’s a saint and a sinner in how she moves.” Have you fallen in love with a woman my friend? I loved this.

[Emunah June.]

I am so glad you liked this one! I hope this makes up for the disappointment in my last piece. No, no woman in my life, just myself and my husband. But, I do often believe the female form is a work of art to be admired.

[Michael Sun Bear]

With you there!