Navel: a depression in the middle of the abdomen that marks the point of former attachment of the umbilical cord to the embryo called also umbilicus; Gazing: to look steadily and intently, as with great curiosity, interest, pleasure, or wonder.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Temple
Her body is my temple
Where I go to worship To offer my body and soul In return for Her sighs
Hey pusatman, is there an intentional typo...sighs or thighs? Sighs of climax(tic) frustration whereas thighs are always ecstatic? Dang the oldie in me acting up again.....was good meeting you last night at La Bodigha.
Very well put together, but if you get married to this gorgeus creature but she is a nag and a harridan who turns into the bane of your life or a foul mouthed witch, HOW THAN? HAHAHAHA I have many friends in that predictament, but too scared to leave.
Her body is my temple
A most excellent poem. The silhouette is outstanding.
ReplyDeletedeep and i will never underestimate the cynical point of it :-)
ReplyDeleteHey pusatman, is there an intentional typo...sighs or thighs?
ReplyDeleteSighs of climax(tic) frustration whereas thighs are always ecstatic? Dang the oldie in me acting up again.....was good meeting you last night at La Bodigha.
Mr Zorro my man,
ReplyDeleteIt was my indeed my pleasure to have met you last night although I must say my recollection of it is a bit blur, for reasons unknown. :)
"Temple" is the handiwork of my co-blogger, Mr Daef. Had it been mine, the "sighs" would have been "thighs" of course.
But then again, that's Daef for you. He operates in mysterious ways.
I've been up to this site at least 5 times, reading and rereading this particular piece.
ReplyDeleteVery well put together, but if you get married to this gorgeus creature but she is a nag and a harridan who turns into the bane of your life or a foul mouthed witch, HOW THAN? HAHAHAHA I have many friends in that predictament, but too scared to leave.
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