Purple velvet pants
A poem about a pair of pants I once saw.
She walks in the door with ease,
As though she gliding on a breeze.
My eyes are drawn to a purplish hue,
That shine and glisten as she moves.
The material bounces with the light,
Like liquid flowing gentle at night.
Ebbing this way and that way.
My cursed tongue and brain betray me
And my thought come to be.
Her own excitement bubbles up
And she extends her leg out,
“Feel them” she shouts.
Captivated by the shiny material
My fingers press in for a kiss
And to my surprise a texture I will miss.
It’s like butter
Or a fine silk spun
And my hand glides like it’s a ski run.
It sends shivers down my spine.
And surly there is nothing softer than this
But my words could be a biasful bliss.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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