the way her hair falls
when she lets it
or like, the way her mouth opens
when shes sleeping
how-she can always tell your tired of being touched
but she keeps on messing
the way she smells, everytime
when its been a while since you last held her
or like the way her hair itches
when its in your face
i'd prefer my hair, as to you spraying me with your mace
hell id rather you tickle me lightly with lace
now im off base
im getting back to base
the way she looks at yourr lips
before she kisses them
like if she's debating
now i've made myself excited and im having a hard time concentrating
rather be penetrating
sounds kinda motivating
WaYs Of My BeAuTy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....it is in our own perception how...nice free verse penned well. a 10.