poem Her By Cara Thereon on Sunday, October 11, 2015 She draws you in With the siren call of her hips Full lips, curled hair Wait A closer look is required If she’ll let you near Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like this:Like Loading... thoughtful Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck