Hannah... Well She, Poem by Casey Gochnour

She makes my breath flow in and out,
Her lips feel smooth against my mouth.
Continually gripping my heart with love,
She gives me something to be proud of.

A life with hope, love, minimal despair,
She is a blessing, the gift of a woman so fair.
Burning passion in my soul,
Right next to the heart I stole.

She brings cheer and joy into my life,
With the best qualities that shine light,
From her beauty, radiating from skin, face, smile,
Moving like a work of art, amazing architectural style.

She sleeps as I write and stare,
It's funny how she never seems aware.
She doesn't know how often I just look,
When my head should be buried in my book.

I peek up and watch her move,
Nothing to look for, she's nothing to prove.
Everything she is, is everything I want.
The creases and bends, an ultimate taunt.

She not only pulls my heart, but my mind,
She only shows what she means to, a Venetian blind.
Not just my mind, but my body,
It aches for her, yeah, she's a real hottie.

Her eyes pull me close to her face,
As i move closer, my heart begins to race.
A tantalizing rush through my veins,
A bite on my lip is the only restrain.

I'm calling out for your craving,
And for you and me to quit behaving.
For us to be still and just be together,
For us to lose our clothes and forget the weather.

You're a work of art, a real show,
but it's not for free, or public, to let everyone know…
You're magic in every aspect that you are,
You gather eyes and lead safety like the north star.

You raised my dead heart from the grave,
Nothing less than a hero, being brave.
Not just my girlfriend,
The best friend I look forward to being with,
Forever and ever, without an end.