Curvaceously Yours

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being? ~Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde Eleventh. A meaningless number unless if it is the number of hours of making love. Or the number of seconds since making love... earlier on. Or the number of centuries your poetry will be remembered. Ha, I would be thankful for it to be remembered as many minutes. Probably because it is too good, envy – huh? The number of times I want to make love to you every day. Followed by a poem each time. Not that there is any need. Watching you roll on to your side is poetry enough.         ©anonymouscurve  just a case of mistaken identity...         ©anonymouscurve  A Variant On The Tacky Subject Of Memories         ©anonymouscurve  Signing Off         ©anonymouscurve  One Of Those Rarely Things         ©anonymouscurve  Indefinitions         ©anonymouscurve  Older         ©anonymouscurve  Waiting On A Bench In An Airport         ©anonymouscurve  Secrets         ©anonymouscurve  Butterflies... Again?         ©anonymouscurve  Scourge         ©anonymouscurve  The Insanity Of Art         ©anonymouscurve  guardian         ©anonymouscurve  shelter         ©anonymouscurve  Early Morning, Woman         ©anonymouscurve  Scandalously...         ©anonymouscurve  The Top of the Ladder, Awkward, Just by Chance         ©anonymouscurve  Dream         ©anonymouscurve  Trying To Take My Mind Off You         ©anonymouscurve  And if we didn’t have sex?         ©anonymouscurve  A Perfect Body         ©anonymouscurve  Obsessity         ©anonymouscurve  Wrinkles         ©anonymouscurve  Roses         ©anonymouscurve  Not The Same         ©anonymouscurve  Re Cycle         ©anonymouscurve  critic         ©anonymouscurve  Dress         ©anonymouscurve  Relatives. Relativism. Relativity. Miracles. Ha!         ©anonymouscurve  Buttons         ©anonymouscurve  The Body         ©anonymouscurve  Womane         ©anonymouscurve  If I miss you, you ask?         ©anonymouscurve  Sand         ©anonymouscurve  Sunrise. Sunset. Etc.         ©anonymouscurve  Lingerie Feminine         ©anonymouscurve  ReWritten         ©anonymouscurve  good morning         ©anonymouscurve  Ice Age         ©anonymouscurve  Short Poem. Whenever.         ©anonymouscurve  Next Apple         ©anonymouscurve  phone         ©anonymouscurve  Miau         ©anonymouscurve  Moods         ©anonymouscurve  Making Love To You         ©anonymouscurve  beautiful women         ©anonymouscurve  Rhyme         ©anonymouscurve  Shell         ©anonymouscurve  Saying Things         ©anonymouscurve  post-card         ©anonymouscurve  Intimacies         ©anonymouscurve  Like A Woman         ©anonymouscurve  Mail         ©anonymouscurve  Bird On A Wire         ©anonymouscurve  Bird On A Wire, Two         ©anonymouscurve  Your Head On My Shoulder         ©anonymouscurve  My Best Poem Ever         ©anonymouscurve  a moment’s frenzy, my mind

    anonymouscurve is a pseudonym for yossi faybish