In a sunlit glade where shadows play, A man did wander on a warm, bright day. His gaze fell upon delicate feet so fair, With grace they moved, light as the summer air. He watched them dance upon the soft, blue lace, Each step a whisper, each touch a trace.
But as his eyes were drawn up, past the hem, He found himself entranced by limbs so slim. Her thighs, smooth curves that caught the light, Became his world, a mesmerizing sight. From feet to thighs, his vision did not stray, Each line a poem, each curve a soft ballet.
Yet higher still, his eyes began to roam, Up to her waist, then higher to her dome. He saw a beauty in each rise and crest, A siren’s call, a lover’s gentle quest. He marveled at the splendor he did see, Held captive by her form, eternally.
By Vinnie Tham