bench love birds

a beautiful seductress

lovely tan skin

blanket her evenly,

eyes of a sunset

posture immensely attractive


I wonder piercing across

does she know

how intoxicating

she has become


exciting aesthetic pleasure

her voice caress each

word as a butterfly

a attentive lover

thoughtful, absorbing


her attention I desire

unlike any woman before

my language frozen

only my heart thumps loudly

as I glare


tentative of her powerful beauty

I remain speechless

but in Love, she’s unaware

the woman on the bench


a esoteric affair

sheltered in the deepest

region of my spirit

by a Southern Belle,

I wonder

does she know…


“Love Birds on a Bench”

written for Candias McFarland

By Robert Williams