Unique

Achieve the dream of lusciousness,

it must be beauty of Grace.

Too incredible for design (by this)

a gift from all time:

Close one eye,

shut the sty,

no pig pen is Inn.

Leaning back for just a glimpse,

luscious by me mine.

Red sumptuous lips I see,

and know they are not me.

Just a foul of a word,

from a mouth of dirt.

A muddied face, not in disgrace,

a spa must look for me.

A massage of my mind,

a soaking in my soul.

A gentle thump upon my feet

makes all of this unique.

K.A.P.

5/12/2009