If only I knew how to paint
I would paint a picture of love
I am no saint maybe I fell in lust
but heaven knows that its not my fault
for if I ever thought of sin
then I would get caught
Back to my painting
my master piece
I did not create it
nor did I paint it
But with words I could potray it
Hair so soft as soft as silk
Long dark and shiny
It lays majestically over her neck
Such beautiful eyes
at such a beautiful size
if you seldom look for love
look into her eyes
for thats where love dwels
Her eyes ooze with lust
Her body drips ecstacy
The chemistry is undeniable
She is an Angel of love
She sparkles like a diamond
when its crystal clear
She will give you light
in the darkest night
Lips as soft as velvet
as slipery as ice
but as warm as her smile
Soft to the touch
and sweet to the taste
such a grasious face
She sets foot in a room
and heads turn to gaze
Men melt away and
women stare with envy
Her waist down
From front to back
Its rude to stare
but impossible not to
I rather not say anymore
For if I did
I would have to wonder
if this is sin
but if sin is as good as this
then forgive me Father
for I have sinned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem