I love the look in your fire-eyes,
especially when I get burnt in them.

I love the way you saunter toward me,
especially wearing your birthday suit.

I love your thick lady-mane,
especially when it lies below us.

I love the taste of your cinnamon kisses,
especially with the hints of cigarette & clover.

I love your strong open thighs,
especially when you invite me to dinner.

I love the ****** connection we make,
especially when it sounds like a waterfall.

I love the sighs you make,
especially when you tremble
& scream my name
at the top of your precious
heaving lungs.

I love filling you with a magical feeling,
especially when I succumb with
great amounts of my own.

I love so much more about you,
especially the parts without regrets,
if you only knew.