I've been traveling for so long,
Swimming in the depths of the Ocean's sun
And I could kiss a thousand girls, but I could only love one
My lady,— has that bush fire, that makes it seem like
Her water's could be split apart with a Moses tongue.

She's got the snap of a buckle, just to support her Levi jeans
And I must have bitten the apple bottom a couple of times,
That she paid the full levy in her family genes.
Her kisses are like the blocks of ice in sweet lemonade,
And she may butler your thoughts, but trust me she's a self-made.

She's a dime on the quarter mile of my mind,
Running on it, with that chasing perfect smile
That makes you wish a moment could stay awhile,
So when I think of her, I can't help but have a stupid smile.

In every quaking breath, as my heart trembles beneath
the weight of exhaustion evident in my weary eyes,
I found myself standing witness to the relentless winds
of pride, which fiercely clawed into the depths of my gaze.

Anticipating a vision so foreign, so unseen in my own
reflection, my breath, clinging by a thread, delicately
sampled a fleeting moment of time.
I tasted the bitterness of arrogance and promptly spat
it out with profound realization, akin to the futile act
of chewing on ginger in hopes of it turning sweet.

It is no surprise then, that for many individuals, the act
of swallowing one's pride becomes a formidable ordeal,
an immense challenge that tests the very core of their being.

Subtle comforts,
nonchalant cuddles under
the covers of your pretty eyes.

Undercover kisses, as like
every star coming out at night.

All soon to become a bright tomorrow;
oh my darling,- I want to show you off
to the entire world in such a glorious light.

please excuse me,
i have this
bad habit
of falling
in love;
as quickly as the'
traffic you see
-my heart in a rush
living under that
rock; you're my
favourite crush
when you strut you stuff
darling, i can't get enough
please excuse me,
i must have fallen hard, when
i fell in love- with you.

Feeling imperfect, I am constantly striving to perfect the
way I look into your captivating eyes. It's like skipping
rocks on the symphony of tears that sometimes grace your eyes,
patiently waiting for the melody of your beauty to
reverberate back in the echoes of your love.
Your essence envelopes me like a sanctuary of celestial beings
each time our lips meet in a kiss. The moment you lashed out at
me with a bat aimed at my knees, I found myself unable to bat an
eye, at the sudden weakness that overcame them.

Our love story isn't the picture-perfect fairy tale, but nevertheless,
let's endeavor to make it extraordinary. Whenever weariness
overtakes you, I will be the place where you can seek solace and
reprieve. Even in the wetness of our shared kisses, there is
a power that could extinguish flames, yet not the passionate fire
that blazes fervently in the silent yearnings of our intertwined hearts.
And when we do dare to verbalize these desires, our words
take on the cryptic language of love, whispered in the secret
lexicon of our shared passion. Embracing each other, the space
between us is transformed into a warm cocoon of affection.

Struggling to contain myself, clutching onto the tautness of
my pants, these garments serve as a vessel to bring vitality to
the depths of your being. With every fiber of my being,
I seek to erase any remnants of you from all fabrics, so that I
may intimately discover you within the confines of your very pores.

Sing to me that serenade of love, a melody tailored for our
intertwined souls. Even if the lyrics slip from my memory,
the everlasting chorus echoes loud and clear, proclaiming,
"My darling, I am profoundly in love with you."

I can barely think,
feeling so nervous to be in love,
I can hardly blink,
don't want to lose sight of you my love
Sometimes I'm at the brink,
of trying to jump off the edge for love.
My feelings tend to sink,
so close to drowning in your love.
I might pour another drink,
of your wine lips- just another kiss my love.

Still can't help myself falling in love.

In the majestic skies painted with shades of fiery red,
an awe-inspiring spectacle unfolded before our eyes.

Two magnificent figures emerged - a powerful bull
and a skilled matador, engaging in a mesmerizing
duel that played out against the backdrop
of the vast heavens.