All That

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love. - Thoreau

Those checkered curves.

Those racing hips.

I just had to catch those luscious, fire-engine, red lips.

Yeah, she was all that ...

... and a bag of chips ...

Author's Note

"A true poem is distinguished not so much by a felicitous expression, or any thought it suggests, as by the atmosphere which surrounds it. Most have beauty of outline merely, and are striking as the form and bearing of a stranger; but true verses come toward us indistinctly, as the very breath of all friendliness, and envelop us in their spirit and fragrance." - Thoreau

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

A brief, nicely rhymed piece of erotica here. Hope the chips were low fat.

[Pete]

sour cream and onion or salt and vinegar double whammies. thanks J. the B. ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I love it, love it, love it! A little spin off my Sunday kind of love, if I could flatter myself by saying so. This IS all that...and so much more! Good stuff, Pete!

[Pete]

!!!!! birds of a feather. your Sunday kind of love probably planted the seed. thanks Kelly. stay cool ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

...the racing analogy slayed me, what can I say!