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Photography: Olan L. Smith
Joyously Festive
©11-FEB-2019, Olan L. Smith
You sit upon my upturn hand sustained;
I elevate your grace, a tiny you
Cavorts, descends my leg, so unrestrained
Yet, none observe you. Your magic hereunto
Does toil both near and far, a sanctioned drill.
You build my heart; we stroll the halls this night,
Construction workers build, and classrooms fill
And you who chair my hand are facing right.
Observed this night, who cares that both of us
Are nude, and they appreciate our lust.
They say hello, and wonder of your aweless,
Most sexy pose, for all is right and just.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
