Feeling the desire to taste your beauty has me trapped in my own imagination.
Hair like rain drops falling on your face in the middle of the night.
Eyes like a shining star alone in the clear bright sky
Cheek bones raised like blooming flowers in the spring.
Lips glistening like the reflection of the still waters of a secluded lake.
Breast perfectly constructed like the heavenly mountains of the desert.
Hips flowing like the palm trees by a windy beach.
Legs long like the maple tree yet smooth like its molasses.
Feeling the desire to taste your beauty has me trapped in my own imagination.
An imagination that needs to be set free to reality.
