Musings At A Poetry Class Poem by Eugene Levich

You are making me VERY hungry! ! Her seductive bright red lips, Like the cherry they once held, So sweet and yet a bit salty; I did not eat them; I just smelled. Not sun-bleached; 'twas just blond, Her bush, matching her fair, pale skin. I could not resist the allure longer, And she moaned when I dug within... Her inner temple of excitement, On that her college graduation night. Her muscles, they all tight went, And I released my gift into her temple tight. Her hands were all a flutter, like a butterfly. And tears welled up in her eyes that night; To this day, fifty years later, I still do not know why. ====== Shall I put this into June's showcase and give you credit for my inspiration? ? Ha ha. Bri :)