Her constellations embroidered eyes,
sugar-coated maroon colored lips
made me fall for her every pretty lie,
and her cherry blossomed cheeks.
Her silky long hair seemed something like of a gushing river,
as her mesmeric voice would sweep you right off of your feet.
Every time we kissed
these little hormones inside me screamed
her perfectly tendered firm breasts
were like picked out right from my most seductive dreams.
Her curvaceous hips,
and her long streamed velvety cushioned legs
made me love her from her head to the toe tip,
and flatter me with every little move she made.
Her touch as soft as a cotton,
her heart as warm as the early morning sunshine of spring,
an invisible bond between our souls,
bounded by a robust string.
Petite hands of yours
gracefully fell onto mine
I cherished the moment
when our hands intertwined.
The sky was clouded
but your eyes still glistened
your voice so euphonic
like Damien’s songs I listen.
Chubby cheeks of yours
so squishy and firm
different parts of your body
I have yet to learn.
Your lips tasted like
a sip of wine
our tongues interlocked
the feeling so sublime.
The chemistry between us
so unrefined and strange
an unusual peck it was
but it still felt French.
The subdue between us
a soulful hymn
a short period it was
if only I could stop time.