Exploring memories only a few hours old....


Sculptured lips invade my sight,
colored as by ruby light,
bearing just a hint of smile,
teasing senses all the while.

Rounded eyes that dart and dance,
stealing glimpses with a glance;
mysteries immune to probes
dwell behind those blinking globes.

Flowing lines of form suggest
secrets that I dare not guess;
hidden curves of woman fair
swell beneath their fabric's care.

When I gaze upon your face,
senses reel and heartbeats race;
simple pleasures these may be,
memories you gave to me.

Jack Keller

This page was created June 2nd, 2000.

Memories, 1997-2011 by Jack B. Keller, Jr. of Pleasanton, Texas.
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