The likeness blows my mind,
From it I cannot hide
I want a pint of this weakness
Because looking at her makes me so meek
Dreaming of her last night,
Looking at her eyes this morning,
Same flavor but not boring,
Thought I would never taste the forbidden apple..
Sweeter than a cucumber, tastier than cream,
To shift I may, no longer sitting on the fence.
Her sweet lips..Sweeter than wine,
Her curvy body so perfect it makes me blind.
Touch so soft ..Aloft iam
Scent of a princess makes my finger firm.
In her I want to linger…
Even if it’s just a fantasy.