PRIMAL WOMAN

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JOURNAL#31

her face

a sweet dalliance

so much fragility lingers

upon some shimmering brink of expectance

suspended almost in a flutter of eyelashes

as they skate along side glances of sweet suggestion

enigma

if possible would be her ideal fragrance

a sensuous promise of treasures yet discovered

shimmies in the sashay of her hips

as she glides so effortlessly by

a to and fro sway of alluring touchability

only just guessed at

the words innocent siren

whisper from her every powdered and pampered pore

her very existence sings to the souls of men

I AM THE VERY EMBODIMENT OF WHAT YOU DREAM OF

AND LONG FOR

lovely

healthy

confidant

and strong

a primal woman

unleashed on the world

at last

growling

and ready to feed

on the flesh of

only her own chosen prey

the men of HER dreams...............

( written Aug 31, 2006 530pm)


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