She always wears a concealed smile,
Liking mystery and drawn to it,
She never leaves alone,
Forever clear and true,
She is worthy to have and hold.

Always natural and one with nature,
Her eyes flame with fire,
Her taste is unmatched in every way,
When all is consumed and done,
She is a Piscean and so am I.

The cell buzzed on a beautiful day.
A text from a girl, so many miles away.
I fell in love with a picture and craved for its touch.
Staring into her eyes, consumed is my heart.
Plump, pink lips revealing a white healthy smile.
Petite, exotic nose picking my scent from miles away.
The mind exhaust itself with infite thoughts.
Buttoned in my shirt, her pulse throbs violently against my skin.
The shadow creeps on the object, the blonde haunts the indifferent.
Very far away but very close to my heart,
the distance between two strangers.

Anatomy is a trap,
beauty is the light within the eyes.
An unconditional flame unlike the sun,
which goes by dusk,
but it lingers in the darkest shadows like the
moon.
The same light that celebrates the colors of the
world,
and acknowledges her beauty when you gaze
into her eyes.
Appreciating every shade, the light consumes you.
Sail out and lose yourself.
Lock eyes with hers and let the love consume you.