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Curves
>> Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Curves
I’m
Smitten
When
She
Walks
Into any
Room I occupy.
She is my world.
Her curves sway
Just enough
To tease
My heart.
She knows it
And still she dares.
Hips and smile
Cocked
Just
Right.
I am
Hers
And
She
Knows
It.
Well...uhm this was my attempt at a shape poem. they are not as easy as they look I now realize lol. But at least I was trying something new lol. I really have no clue how I would have done arms so I am glad I called the poem curves. Aint love sick?
7 comments:
Hee hee.......very cool poem....but as for the shape, does she have an extraordinarily big brain or is that 1980's hair? Just kidding, I think your poem is really sweet!!!!!!!
Nice Robb...love the form ...and that she caught your eye....it must be hard to find time to write...especially with so many to read and places to check out...I feel lucky to get a couple in a week...glad you found so time...and thank you for all you do..bkm
Robb, this is a beautiful love poem, and the feeling is palpable. I like the way you worked with shape as well. I know the 'big day' is approaching soon! My blessings to you both.
Great! You ARE in love ... :)
Wonderful Robb, I love it and the shape works brilliantly.
Robb,
Amber is so lucky!
What a wonderful tribute to her.
A wonderful piece of shape and form........
Best wishes, Eileen
Lovely tribute to your lady! This would be difficult to do. Yes, you is sick...ain't love grand~
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