The curvature of her enthrals me, ever Calling me to her body, so still can she be, motionless but underneath she is as Irrational as any one could really be.
Her mood like everything can change, She is impercive in her vocal structure That I ride with every word, till I fall Off the tip of her tongue.
I crash beneath her, but she lets go, letting Me breath resting upon her. I love to be With her, she surrounds me, I feel her upon My skin and relish her touch, we are one.