Yor lips
As soft
Like a drop
Of dew
Flows
Off a leaf
During the morning haze.

So soft
Yet so chemicaled?

Your hair
The color of a wheat field
Shines so brightly
Yet so dim.

Your voice so soft and sensual
Brings me to newer heights with each day that passes

But when you come home and your voice is dry and raspy
Could this be
Because...
You building hallways are so filthy
The dust particles come from with in you?

Your skin..mmm
Your skin my dear,
So fresh and scented as the ***** water
Which flows from the ***** pipes of your building?

Your hair teases me from the scent
Of the ***** city air
And the dust particles
From the enviromental planetary
Sludge.

It entangles the sences of my nose!
Oh how sweet your purfume!

Your hands so soft
With dense lines on your nails..

Why is this so?

Could it be?
Could it be dear love?
You work too much
With your delicate dainty hands?

Or?

Is it the cheap chemicals
That must be!

Or just malnutrition?

Maybe
Maybe its just me.