Her ****** is a gift she’ll give you
After a week
A month if you’re very unlucky
You’ll marvel
If you’re bold
Or you’ll miss it because you’re shy
But eventually
You’ll have a half hour
To stare at her

And before she becomes mundane
Before her **** walking away from you
To the bathroom or the kitchen
Becomes wallpaper

Take a good look at her
And remember the paper-white of her
And remember that she fascinated you
With the novelty of beginning

And how once her **** walking away
Was the reason why you everything