" Dripping Possibilities "

There are waterfalls in her glances into my disbelief
Where her stratagem is to ease, as an empath be
And to free my longings inhibitions, so selflessly...

She's like the Nostradamus Quatrains, dripping possibilities
Her lovely movement entrancing me, with pure, sensual, ability
Like a Marilyn saunter, across the runways ,of screen nobility...

Her sexiness blossoms, with warm-hearted hugs and kisses
Her comeliness haunting, my most magical wishes
And reeking havoc on my yearnings over Loves distances...

Her hands are the stuff of porcelain Goddesses magic
They glisten with the light of heavens nostalgic
Most temperate touch, and a Love gone completely romantic.....

She enters my Love stream
And resides
In my soul....

For: Cherie   ( my possibilities )

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)