Her magic twirls in circles around her head
Her aura is worn like a dress , like a ball gown
Her scent rolled around for hours in my bed
Her eyes are so kind, could never bring me down
Her arms are mystic her dust rubs off on my skin
Her fingertips twinkle, they are dipped in joy
Her delicate lips never fail to make my head spin
Her love could never be given to me by a boy
Her touch makes my mind scream like a tea kettle
Her hands linger when time no longer exists
Her lips leave a tingle where ever she has kissed.


She spins and I can see every angle of bliss
She digs in the deepest crevices and lays there
She leaves me mystified with her good bye kiss
She blushes, “I’m sorry, I can’t help but stare”
She enters my brain and cleans all the mess
She lies before me all mystery bared
She carries her past lives in her back pocket
She carries my heart around her neck like a locket