It may be in error,
but it's in
the air
in my daring,
smelling
of her
hair
and still of no detriment,
to my caring for her glare,
when she caught me there,
eyes closed,
sniffing her
clothes
unaware
as to her presence,
her elegance,
her observational,
lingering
through her fare
Unhindering my endearing,
to her scent,
in exemption,
as she's staring
unto my intent'
and simply
smiling
She, the beautiful mess,
in a light sweat,
on a peach
blessed
with
beautiful flesh,
as her alluring
scent,
took me
where i haven't been
yet
And
I'm
staying.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
It may be in error,
but it's in
the air
in my daring,
smelling
of her
hair
and still of no detriment,
to my caring for her glare,
when she caught me there,
eyes closed,
sniffing her
clothes
unaware
as to her presence,
her elegance,
her observational,
lingering
through her fare
Unhindering my endearing,
to her scent,
in exemption,
as she's staring
unto my intent'
and simply
smiling
She, the beautiful mess,
in a light sweat,
on a peach
blessed
with
beautiful flesh,
as her alluring
scent,
took me
where i haven't been
yet
And
I'm
staying.
