Formerly: None Is Spared Your Handsome Smile
The mystery of a smile that glows within
your eyes – framed in a countenance of
innocence passes not unheeded. Those
transient's hallway smiles and greetings
offered through your door are slyly seeking
kisses you unwittingly bestow each time
you purse your lips and say hello.
There is a pleasured bounty in your pretty
face suffused with guileless feelings unconcealed
to every passer-by, and none is spared your
handsome smile revealing each a courted
glance, a promised tryst, an aired caress,
a moment of significance.
And when you venture forth your lines
are pleasing to the watcher's eye, of
softened curves and billows in a tidy form
that draws a wish of muted sighs.
Voluptuous and languid grace placates
your urgent stride and pillows breast and
buttock in a sultry swell, all undulating
gently with the tide.
Were you ungirded of conventions stays
and flowed to fill the place you own in natural
flesh, unrestrained allure would so ignite this
reverie that lust would burst its seams; your
naked charm, that promise in your smile,
beckons madness in its sweetest form
and titillates illicit, luscious dreams.
© 1981, I.D. Carswell
The mystery of a smile that glows within
your eyes – framed in a countenance of
innocence passes not unheeded. Those
transient's hallway smiles and greetings
offered through your door are slyly seeking
kisses you unwittingly bestow each time
you purse your lips and say hello.
There is a pleasured bounty in your pretty
face suffused with guileless feelings unconcealed
to every passer-by, and none is spared your
handsome smile revealing each a courted
glance, a promised tryst, an aired caress,
a moment of significance.
And when you venture forth your lines
are pleasing to the watcher's eye, of
softened curves and billows in a tidy form
that draws a wish of muted sighs.
Voluptuous and languid grace placates
your urgent stride and pillows breast and
buttock in a sultry swell, all undulating
gently with the tide.
Were you ungirded of conventions stays
and flowed to fill the place you own in natural
flesh, unrestrained allure would so ignite this
reverie that lust would burst its seams; your
naked charm, that promise in your smile,
beckons madness in its sweetest form
and titillates illicit, luscious dreams.
© 1981, I.D. Carswell
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