Godiva
Lingerie,
black pumps
a navel creamy enough
to drown a kitten -
the clothes assemble
in microwave fashion
- crackle of fire -
the silver pants zoom across legs
with curves so caress bound
a formula racing driver
might tumble.
As eyes rise
in jade lantern face
& hair is brushed
with all sheen aside,
the lady is more than
a Godiva
or Goldwyn-Mayer cinematic production,
this oasis of sparks,
twin peaks of McKinley-Matterhorn fame,
her calendar of words
pulling Oil of Olay
& perfumed honey thru
each studied remark.
Paul Cameron Brown
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