Her parted lips gently captured her fork,
Sliding the smooth hardness between them
Not allowing any morsel to go uneaten.
Watch her, watch how her very essence works
So completely and naturally
In unspoken sensuality.
As she walks, her curvaceous hips sway seductively
In a rhythm as old as time
Yet she speaks not a word
For they are truly necessary
She is the great example of womankind.
On a warm windy day,
The wind softly caresses her curves,
As her clothing gently flutters around her,
There’s nothing for her to say
Because her sensuality has always been an unspoken phenomenon
That categorizes her the complete opposite of what’s deemed common.
As she tilted her head back,
To take a sip from her bottled water
The liquid glistened upon her soft lips
Quickly, her tongue captured the escaped liquid
Demonstrating once more,
That true feminine sensuality
Needs no words to legitimize its validity.
Written by: Monique
(Sunday, October 8th, 2006)
