Her hair the crown of beauty
Lying wistfully next to me.
I feel it flow across my skin
as if a gentle breeze.
Her eyes so rich and deep
as we gaze into the soul.
I sense they can see through me
leaving nothing gone untold.
Her lips the taste of honey
as they touch so close to mine.
They cause my hunger churning
the taste so sweet, sublime.
Her skin so soft like satin
as she cuddles next to me.
It make you want to touch it
the senses so serine.
Her touch the source of passion
the embers start to burn.
And cause me to draw so near
its flame and warmth desired.
Her body now closer
than ever it was before.
And love with her is special
a union of two souls.
If you find a one like this
the story is untold.
But yet with me the story ends
I found a pot of gold. |
