Leopards

All beautiful and tanned with eyes intelligent,
A hard soft body second to none,
How I love to watch her move,
She is poetry in motion.

She has passion in her eyes which is no surprise,
She loves the sun on her strong feminine shoulders,
The feel of its heat on her youthful belly,
Makes her look and feel healthy.

There are many more things worse than the sun,
The media has done a good job of scaring everyone,
They feed on fears, ego and vanity,
They make their money on manipulation of the said,
Say “no” to commercials and live your life,
Free from media strife.
If everyone was truly free,
They would be facing bankruptcy.

Like a bronze leopard slender and sleek,
Her body sweeps me to wrong thought of impossibilities,
But her beautiful eyes reflecting mind,
Of high intelligent is really my demise.
She is a thinker with thoughts beyond her peers,
She has no media fears,
Her eyes are sweet and clear.
Her face glows with the warmth of the sun,
Her eyes bright with excitement,
Her time of passions has come.

She looks fine with a short tight shirt,
How the girl loves to flirt,
Her legs are golden shapely killers,
But it is her eyes that proclaim the passions within,
As she sashays and keeps looking at him.

She studies hard and thinks beyond most,
As the sun dances with her torso,
As it heats her passions beyond reason,
She looks to another season.

Eyes of passion--intelligence and innocents,
Her body moving in sultry wonders,
To the fire that burns within,
She lays in the sun and feels her lovers touch,
Only to awaken to the warmth of her own soft skin,
With a breeze kissing upon her flesh.

He is the phantom of her dreams,
The silhouette of her wakefulness,
Lovers of the sun and erudition by day,
Shadowed lover's in the night their delight.