A kiss at La Plage St. Pierre

La Plage St. Pierre

I seek the one with the smoldering brown eyes,
Whose beauty is as elegant as a golden sunrise.

She has long, brown tresses that hang like fine silk.
She has soft, supple skin that is creamy as milk.

I see full, pouty lips that ache for a kiss.
I see an hour glass figure that would be hard to miss.

Her body is a violin that is aching to be plucked.
Her bosom is waiting, and wanting to be sucked.

One arm around your waist is all I would need,
One look into your eyes that would allow me to succeed.

In stealing a kiss, at La plage St. Pierre

© 2010 Augustine A. Zavala

A kiss at La Plage St. Pierre

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Gypsy Rose Lee 17 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Romantically dreamy poetry.

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A.A. Zavala 17 months ago from Texas Author

Awww, thank you Gypsy!

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