Men have navels more or less;
Some are neat, some not
Being fat I must confess
Mine is far from hot.
Woman's is a pearly ring,
Lovely to my mind;
So of it to shyly sing
I am inclined.
I believe in nudity.
Female forms divine
Should be bared for all to see
In colour and in line.
So dear ladies, recognise
The dimpling of your waist
Has approval in my eyes,
Favour in my taste.
Darlings, please you, paint them gold,
Or some pastel hue;
Make them starry to behold,
Witching to the view.
Though I know I never should
Say such things as this:
How a rosebud navel would
Be sweet to kiss!
Navels
Robert Service
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Poem topics: believe, kiss, never, woman, dear, sweet, mind, gold, female, taste, view, divine, colour, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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