I am silky velvety soft
Black As Heart of night
smell like scotch.
Old like hundreds of year
A heritage of pride
One and only, Incomparable
That I must declare!
Around my red straps
Nodding Flowers rest
Filling thy emotional gaps
As birds meant to nest.
And, When the mistress walks
Polite conversation works
Heart to heart
My Velvety edges blessed by her silken toe touch
Here, When she dances
Oh heaven in earth
She brings fire on the lust
Everyone seek their chances!
Hence, She becomes target
Of both foe and amigo
For she allows the scotch
Pours upon her ego
And flowers to rest
Upon her chest.
As conversations begin
Between the velvet and the silk
target, she becomes
Of blind cupid.
Farhana Rahman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-target-she-becomes/
