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Click hereBurnished by the hands of time
(oh how I wish those hands were mine)
Your skin reveals the inner you
Of what you’ve done, a glowing view,
That rivals youths’ perfected skin
Which hides a blandness deep within.
Maturity, no childish giggles,
Nervousness, and awkward wriggles,
Rather more a welcoming,
To touch, and read your living skin.
And when I’ve read all that’s in store,
You know I’ll want to read some more,
I’ll lick and thumb the pages’ skin
To know your story, deep within.
For well you know, my one desire,
To burn my hands on your sweet fire,
Your skin reveals the inner you
Of what you’ve done, a glowing view.
Shame I missed this in the past, but it's a great piece of work. Lovely structure and rhythm. Loving and thoughtful praise of the mature woman.
I just loved the building of an appreciation for someone's inner beauty without rejecting the aging surface. It also succeeds in being deliciously sensuous at the same time.<br><br>
Mentioned in New Poetry Recommendations.