Sexy is not sold

Sexy is not sold on shelves found in a store
Beauty is not something of which you can buy more
A sensual disposition has none to do with cash
Desire is not something of which to hoard and stash

Our vision of what is beauty, of what we think we want
Can not include purchases or things we've had to hunt

It walks up to us slowly and stands there at our side

It rushes out of nowhere and takes us all inside 

No, beauty is a scent that comes from deep within
A clue or even hint, both saintly and of sin
What we crave is open most often 'fore our eyes

For beauty comes from many things encountered in our lives 

Fewer words

Though I may speak fewer words

It does not mean that my heart is any less full

For Raven, on her birthday

Her words can soothe a wounded soul

Her thoughts are deep and dark like coal

Her hair falls thick on shoulders bare

When deep she breathes perfumes the air

When speaks her mind you'd best be brave

She'll couch no words your pride to save

But beauty's never gently gazed

While captures hearts can't help amazed

She's quite unlike you'll ever meet

True luck to spy her on the street

Perhaps a wink she'll throw your way

Before her smile your soul will sway

Long of limb and skillfulled grace

Perfection flirts upon her face

A sight to see for cowered eyes

Those lips, those arms, those splendid thighs

She's captured and she's conquered hearts

But lived a life both fits and starts

She's owned some souls but now her's owned 

She found another she has throned

She's Raven, as you'd never knew

She's Raven, poor there is no clue

She's Raven, all we wish we could

She's Raven, strong and proudly stood 

Hipssway

Her hipssway

Always left to right 

Her hipssway

Morning 'til late at night

Her hipssway

And captivate the crowd

Her hipssway

Proof she's living out loud 

Her hipssway

From that way to this

Her hipssway 

Then she'll blow you a kiss

Her hipssway

From this way to that

Her hipssway

Makes me forget where I'm at  

When she dances 

Her hipssway

When walks

I'll stop and watch her hipssway

When she talks

I still have an eye that way

When she moves

I love to watch her hipssway 

Her hipssway

This ain't no little girl

Her hipssway

She gives her hair a twirl

Her hipssway

Keeping timing with her smile

Her hipssway

Been working on it for a while 

So when you see her

Her hipssway

You'll want to meet her because

Her hipssway 

She'll mesmerize you with how

Her hipssway

You'll fantasize about the way

Her hipssway

Her hipssway 

This way 

That way 

Her hipssway

Any way

Every way

Her hipssway 

Her hipssway

Her hipssway

Hipssway

Hipssway

Hipssway 

Sexy comes

Sexy comes all shapes and sizes

Simply dressed or some disguises

A woman walking down the street

Some women you will never meet

That girl you knew when seventeen

She's grown up better than you'd dreamed

That curvy one you've known for years

She's turned men upon their heels

The older lady, a family friend

For long a magnet to married men

So what is sexy

You might ask

It's not bare breasts 

Uncovered asses

It's more than skin 

Laid over bones

If pulled quite tight

Or overflown

It's high cheekbones

And chubby thighs 

Both sagging skin

Or cross'ed eyes

Yes sexy isn't all that rare

A simple scent upon the air

It's even dresses a bit too tight

But damn sure she looks good tonight 

Before you look at skin and hair

Just eyes and cheeks

Down dress sizes here 

Look past the colored or graying hair 

There's far more to sexy that we'd admit

And so often that we just don't get

A hip swung far out to the side

'Neath narrow shoulders it does not hide

But when you see what thought you saw

Take your left hand and lift your jaw

For sexy, well, it's everywhere 

So get you dressed and step out there 

She looks

She looks out

Beyond her brow

Past the horizon

To places

And worlds

Not yet seen

Wandering paths

Some paths are straight and narrowly bend
Some paths are crooked from start to the end
Some paths follow the land and turn where required
Some paths start and stop where feet have grown tired
Some paths follow logic they go where they must
Some paths seldom used are covered in dust
Some paths just keep going no ending in sight
Some paths follow darkness and some follow light
Some paths they just go where the first person wanted
Some paths are quite frantic as if someone's hunted
Some paths appear to go nowhere at all
Some paths set you up for a rise and the fall
Some paths are so wide that they turned into roads
Some of the best paths I know lead to tiny abodes
Some paths follow people or souls or just guesses
Some paths follow nothing and end up as messes
The poem's a path and soon it will end
It cannot go forever I'm sorry my friend
But I'll leave you a hint for the best path to start
The best paths to follow our dreams from the heart

Wandering minds

Wandering minds

Are free to go

Wherever they please

Trees on a road

Trees line the road

Reaching towards the center 

The space in between

The open road

Crowded behind

Like a train station platform

Home?

Where a smile greets me
A hug welcomes me
Where my shoes come off
And feet know the floor

A place where my voice echoes down corridors
That my legs have carried me many times
Bumped the walls of darkened hallways
Where my hands know where all the door knobs and lights switches are

A place where the kitchen table is my favorite place
Where familiar voices surrounding me
Coaxing my out of my silence
And into their conversations

Home
Wherever it is
With a chair my backside knows all too well
A bar stocked with my favorites
And a face
A face those smile lights my burdens
And deposits them outside the front door

That is my home
And one day
I will find it