it's the bunny smile
a nervous little collections
of never endings
that has moral dilemma
written all over them
madcap analogies in the wilderness
and the quiver of cupid's bow
with that
come what may excitement
around the sly curve of her kiss
the tempation of her lips
are to lust as gravity is to apples
it's the gypsy edginess
of where those lips would lead
that would have one on edge
if one didn't know better
or worried about the trail
that has no makers
but caution is a cool night breeze
with all the voyeur tendencies
and her kiss an invitation
to a fancy journey of hips
and slinky passion
where lost and found
has its own story