by Richard Polk

Created on: December 22, 2008

White ballroom dress

Resting my weary body

Beside the great oak tree

My breath is taken away

By the wondrous beauty that I see

There stands a goddess

In the wheat field in front of me

She has flowing white hair

That whips in the wind

Her eyes are as blue as the ocean

On a clear summers day

Her lips are a lustful strawberry red

And her bosom is a ripe

Plentiful crop

Begging to be harvested

With a seductive curve of her finger

She beckons for me to come

To take her as my own

and reap her harvest

As I started walking towards her

Out of the corner of my eye

I see a simple woman

Dressed in a white ballroom dress

Standing on the opposite side of the field

Picking wild flowers

Smelling them

Then throwing them over her shoulder

As if she didn't have a care in the world

She paused for a brief moment

When she realizes that I am watching her

Out of the corner of my eye

Smiling she squats down

and holds a flower out

For me to see

A seductive groan

Reaches my ears

Turning my attention

Back to the goddess

in front of me

She shines brighter

Than ever before

With a toss of her head

And a slow swing

Of her hips

She turns around

And slowly starts

To walk away

Looking back

over her shoulder

She bats those ocean blue

Eyes at me

Demanding that I follow

I turn my gaze

Back to the women

In the white ballroom dress

She is still poised

On the ground

With the flower

Outstretched in her hand

Which one should I go to

As I ran this thought

Through my mind

My vision began to clear

And I saw the goddess

For the snake she was

Walking over to the women

In the white ballroom dress

I kneel down in front of her

And take the flower from her hand

Raising it to my face

I inhale its wild sweet fragrance

Then toss it over my shoulder

Standing up

I take her hand

As we pick flowers

Smell them

And toss them

Over our shoulders

I gladly choose

Beautiful innocence

Over lustful desires

Any day

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