I've had more chances to be poetic this August. So below, I hope you enjoy one of my fun ones.
but who's counting? In basic elements she is the same; her components no different than those who like her are a woman! So her frame is legged and possessed of pairs with ten-count toes or fingers, plus the special type with cur- vatures appealing and arousing; still, it is the singularities of her that alter both my wisdom and my will. For one of them does kiss me, on my lips or on my own distinct uniqueness; and there is another place between her hips that too is primal -- there, when my demand is matched to her acceptance, she transforms to one whose sole existence transcends norms.