Long French Braided hair
Deep brown eyes that stare
From directly across the room
Sips her drink
tips her head back and laughs
Move in
Ascending upon
Smell Jasmine and Musk
Freckles on her chest
Paper thin silk
Sun baked olive skin
pull you in
Laughing again
petal lips
bounce around in your iris
She is something
you so desire
to touch and to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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