Dying In Rapture For Her Tender Touch Poem by Daya Nandan

They say soul meets soul on a lover's lips,
Yet i am enticed by the swing of her hips,
The sexiest woman that i will ever know,
Beautiful yet full of kindness within her heart to show,

Innocent yet naughty, just the way that turns me on,
Yet womanly and sweet enough to be the mother of my daughter and son,
Perfect to me in many ways,
Easily turns me on by the words she says,

I crave for her badly and miss her so much,
Dying in rapture for her tender touch,
She raises my hormones like emergency alarms,
Yet what i want the most is to hold her in my arms,

And thanks to her i failed no nut November,
Yet i love the way each curve on her can cheer,
Seems too good to be, finding such a gem in my life,
But if all goes well, she will one day be my wife!