In so much that her legs are as long and beautiful
as the far reaching and graceful grasses of an African plain.
There in the midst, lying quiet and waiting; stillness is the virtue
of a hungry lioness and her pride.
And in so much that her lips are as full and voluptuous
as the soft dessert flower that exhibits an exotic bloom
There are still the thorns to protect; that which is not and cannot
be yours
because such beauty is for the ages and not purchased by the hour….
2008 © T S
Ted Sheridan
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