I want to talk about her lips
The way her curves accentuate her hips
Her walk is so demanding,
I love pursuing her when she’s walking.
The only thing more exotic than her smile
is that high waist skirt that I keep staring at for a while.
Her high pitched voice is my favorite sound
If it was my choice, I’d hear it all year round.
Dreams are the new playgrounds
Her body is a wonderland
And I just want to swing back and forth.
Before the the clock strikes 12,
I am under her spell.
First, you came in close.
Then, I froze.
and in that moment, I desired friction
but it wasn't in my jurisdiction.
so here I am, left with this depiction
poems allow me to release tension
so here’s my expression,
but also my inner intentions.