Skin like milk in a tall clean glass
With eyes like green garnets and hair to her ***
Ruby in color like a flag in the breeze
Lips matching perfectly, posture a tease
No ring on the finger not a care in the air
I figured shed notice if I continued to stare
I slowly approached as if I had something to say
She looked me dead in the eyes and said no, not today
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Skin like milk in a tall clean glass
With eyes like green garnets and hair to her ***
Ruby in color like a flag in the breeze
Lips matching perfectly, posture a tease
No ring on the finger not a care in the air
I figured shed notice if I continued to stare
I slowly approached as if I had something to say
She looked me dead in the eyes and said no, not today
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