Edge Works

Some men study cleavages
Some will ogle thigh’s
Others look for long leg’s
Me I look at eye’s
The eye’s will tell a story
Of the ladies life
If the ladies single
Or if she’s someone’s wife
If the ladies happy
Or if she is sad
If the ladies sane
Also if she’s mad
If the ladies cold
Or if she is hot
Tell you if she’s willing
Also when she’s not
The moral of this story
Forget the shape and size
You can only know a woman
By looking into her eye’s

I imagined your picture,afore I went to bed,
Your eyes sparkling, your hair slightly red
Your lips look so tasty,your nose so cute,
I’m telling you lady, you sure are a beaut.

I dreamt of a picnic,under a willow
Suddenly I awoke with tears on my pillow,
What on earth could have made me cry,
You ran off ,but I did not know why.

I took chase and caught thee by a style,
We looked into each others eyes for a while,
“This is wrong” thy sweet lips said.
You walked away ,I bowed my head.

I took pursuit and caught thee again,
Suddenly the clouds burst,down came the rain,
Hand in hand we ran ,along soden track,
We came upon a deserted shack.

You were soaked ,I could see through skirt and blouse,
My emotions ,did this arouse,
I controlled myself ,able to resist,
Then thee took control and gave me a kiss.

The kiss lingered , oh so long
I tried to resist ,but our feelings were strong,
We removed our wet clothes, I lit a fire,
Then we caressed with passion and desire.

Thy flesh so smooth like silky lotion,
We moved together in telepathic motion,
Then exhausted we collapsed in a heap,
In each others arms we fell asleep.

As we lay a sleeping by an open fire,
Though it was wrong ,we fulfilled our desire
Ill gotten fruit ,like peach’s and cream,
I woke up in my bed,twas but a dream