I just want to touch every curve in your body
Let my heart race as run with every touch
I want to set your body on fire
With the magic that my touch brings
The span of your hips draws shivers down my spine
I can't think straight as my heart yearns for your hold
Your perfect lips are desirable more than Lapis Lazuli
I love the way my hands moves to the rhythm of your hips
You are a goddess in human form
I bet nature is jealous of your beauty
I love the way the wind plays with your air
Even though I am jealous of the same effect
I want to be the wind that plays with your hair
Mess it up and then perfectly edge it out too
You are the reason why my heart still beats
You are my cocaine addiction and my illegal high
You sent me through the roof and I am flying
You are my favourite book my darling
I can spot you even in a dark room full of people
You are the only book I can read in the dark
Every single bit of you demanded poetry
From each strand of your hair to the sole of your feet
You are walking a library filled with my favourite word - sexy.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.