Frank E Gibbard Posted April 11, 2013 Share Posted April 11, 2013 Exotic location the girl, an ocean ozone, a waft of suntan lotion. She is walking men are gawking, eyes appraise a body born for warming rays. Hypnotic hips go swaying, her sashaying along the beach. Pink lips part as if she sips a succulent peach. Some males think, was that a wink? Imagination does its wishful thing that and man's fatal fascination. A bossa nova's playing over and over a figment from Ipanema is fading, samba sounds are still pervading so all that remains sax and marimba refrains and a final ... ah. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted April 12, 2013 Share Posted April 12, 2013 Hi Frank, Were you writing this to the rhythm of Girl From Ipanema? It almost has that beat. I liked it but I think I would like it in longer lyrical lines. The rhythm would still be there just more fluid which is what the samba is. Just my opinion. This was a fun read. ~~Tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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