A Look At Her

He looks at her  
Already the sun rises  
Her body sends impulses  
Into his veins, The heat is on  
His heart palpitates.  
   
Her perky breasts stare him  
Straight in the eyes. He stands  
Erect as an obelisk.... He sees her  
Buttocks, the perfect drum, firm  
And bouncy.  
   
He wants to make it cry, a spanking  
Game. She turns around and he sees  
The landscape, a beautiful view; shape  
Like an inverted triangle. His seeds contract    
And the bamboo grows thick and long.  
   
He looks at her. Already the sun rises.  
   
   
By: Margareth Debrosse