If I Saw Her
Standing there on the sidewalk
I'd stride up to her
Place my burning
With passion hands
On her waist
Eyes yearning full of combustion
Leaving no patients for talk
Brushing my lips against hers
Letting her hunger baste in the taste.

Watching the tingling feeling
Weep down her spine
Moisten the mound between her thighs
Like Spring's rain
On the Winter earth
It ignites a fresh fire
Like the one in my hearth.

If I Saw Her
Standing there taking a drag
I'd breathe her in
With every exhale
Inhaling her mystery and what she eludes
Getting a taste of her stance
That never seems to stale
Never needs someone to prove.

Watching her take me in
Eyes penetrating
At the same time grining
Like a fresh flower blooming
Out of the green
Squinting and delighted
That Spring has sprung
At the same time feeling
The sharp rays of the sun.

If I Saw Her There
Hand on her hip
I'd slip my hands around her waist
Blending my body against hers
To have myself a taste.

Getting bemused in the sensation of her softness
The slim tone of her waist
The strength in her long thin but strong arms
The cat like hunting yet loving glare in her
Emerald eyes
Such Contrasts that awaken the senses
Leaving some mesmerized.

If I Saw Her There
Like she poses in the picture
I'd gather up my excitement and heart thudding
To walk her way
My hips giving some sway
Dare to touch those lips...
Wonder what she'd say....
@A.Ide