Nude. Not naked!
Her sun-kissed body --
curvy and carved, ivory and ebony,
firm and fair, brown and beige,
all in one, all at once --
the sea-mists now cool.
Through her tassels of golden unrest
the sea-breeze runs its care-soaked comb,
unfurling yore's lore.
Over her skin of milky-glow calm
Her mind, body, and soul
She sits by the sea.
Her sun-kissed body --
curvy and carved, ivory and ebony,
firm and fair, brown and beige,
all in one, all at once --
the sea-mists now cool.
Through her tassels of golden unrest
the sea-breeze runs its care-soaked comb,
unfurling yore's lore.
Over her skin of milky-glow calm
the silky rays drizzle like sands in an hourglass,
weaving morrow's lure.
She's desire. Pure. A pyre to which
men draw and burn.
She's gravity. Powerful. Toward which
She's desire. Pure. A pyre to which
men draw and burn.
She's gravity. Powerful. Toward which
men flock and orbit.
Though eyes to her form often rove and halt,
she sits absorbed oblivious of
her admirers and adorers,
the lurkers and the lechers.
She sits still pensive and lost.
'cause it's her time:
A time to herself. A time for herself.
'cause it's her time:
A time to herself. A time for herself.
A time to reflect. A time for rapture.
A time to connect. A time for concord.
Her mind, body, and soul
in unison with nature,
sensing, sipping and sniffing its
hues, spirit, and essence,
expands her horizon with all its joy and beauty.
She sits by the sea.
