She is rich, hot and dark,
She is my South American beauty,
My object of desire.

She is the first thing on my mind each day,
And I am a lucky man indeed as I get to enjoy her raw nakedness each morning,
She sets my pulse a racing and it energises me for the day ahead.

I look forward to our lunchtime together,
When I get to hold her again, and stare deep into her,
Intoxicated by her perfume, the time flies past so fast.
That brief 20 minutes in her company just isn’t enough to slake my desire.

Walking through the city I have seen her sat with other men,
And it stirs within me barely controllable jealousy.
I want to rush over and ****** her away
Yelling, “NO! she’s mine!”
But I don’t, she deserves to be admired by others too.

She looks so good, no matter how she is styled,
Elegant, classic or cool & casual.
And I proudly enjoy my bus journey home in her company,
Once again savouring our time together.

She has become my mistress, my world,
A captive of her exoticness, I am enslaved,
To me she is everything,
But to you,
Maybe she is just a cup of coffee.