Tell her, you take her to your heart
Every beam pleasant, she plays a part.
Love has it own mysteries, it’s be true,
wipe tears, her joy you always pursue.
As charming her orbs, lips, see no wrong
Body close you, feel her touch strong,
her love is bright, pure as African gold,
It’s wonderful to feel, pleasant to hold.
her love’s as sweet as brown chocolate,
when hungry her smile, a refined palate
love, her present, brings you pleasure
in her you find comfort & adventure.
she is as beautiful as the heavens at night
her smile, hair, orbs all flush so bright.
how desirable, how tasty her smile & lips
so gentle to hold, how beautiful her hips.
3-26-2005 JOHN Nelson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very expressive, John... it sounds like everything a woman would love to hear. Well done! ! Brian