Wild

(This post written for Sunday Scribblings #318: “Wild”.)

Some look long on the ample thighs
their face betraying their lust for her flesh.
Some follow the outline of her breast,
but none will keep her gaze.

Some will talk with idle banter,
mistaking her silence for a trite, shallow mind.
Some will engage in true conversation,
but none will talk to her eyes.

They can not face the whirling inferno,
that burns fiercely in her regimental pose.
They can not face the sharp glint of madness,
in her eyes, untamed and wild.