Inspired by the art of Jason Brooks.
Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue;
Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores.
They dance about her shoulders in the breeze
And revel in her honey scented way.
Each step she takes adorns the view
And every gesture lends her charm to all.
Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile,
As supple shoulders catch the morning light.
She speaks and birds slip from their shady boughs
To follow all her joyous path and hear.
Each day I see her grace the pebbled shore,
Where, with glistening skin and shaded eyes, she rests
And every night, upon the crowded floor,
She dances with luscious lips and swaying hips and breasts.

anonymous readerReport

2012-11-22 04:47:51
Woot, I will ceritanly put this to good use!


2009-10-15 16:46:37
not your best but you still get a positive from me

Anonymous readerReport

2009-07-15 02:54:41
All comments most welcome, thanks people. All too true Safe Bet. I'm afraid I'm a hopless romantic at heart. This was written while I was posessed by the ghost of Robert Herrick.
- Piquet


2009-07-14 19:56:52
I agree with reader. Not bad, but a bit too wordy. It is almost lyric in places.


2009-06-29 04:15:39
Agreed.Thanks for the feedback !
Cheers from Piquet.

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