Ken's Poetry

Movies

I love her long and slender swinging legs
and how high heels tense and slack her calves
counterpointed by buttocks wink and twitch,
the breath breaking sway of her highly handleable hips.
Barely her shoulder blades are dancing too,
her shoulders sway, her head swings to a tune,
her hair bounces so sweetly I can smell.

But when she walked towards me
her breasts like liquid lurched inside her blouse
a dance no Prima Donna could express:
of all her movies
I like these the best.