She has dreams of touching skies wheather its  physical form or in hyper spirits. Takes trips to little Paris and takes pictures on a bridge of locked up secrete. Yet still wants to go to Big Paris and enjoy the high fashion trends of France maybe speak a little bit of french c'est la vie she'd probably say a honey with a lot of sauce I say. - A Pedi Women With  French Taste

Swoo

Here I am once again
While drifting through the night  
Your sweet loving twinkle eyes
Comes knocking on my soul
As a reminder of your aesthetic soul

Oh my
what a soul you behold, boy!
soul full of wonders
to touch... to capture...
to taste... to cherish...
Oh, thank you for this divine, boy!

Full of graciousness
Full of hopes
Full of bakes of love to give
Full of aches
Full of gloriousness

to touch... to capture...
to taste... to cherish...
the moments of its growth
oh my
what a divine reminder!
Thank you.

He often rejects to talk passionately
when he insecures I won’t anticipate
about his plain day
or his current read
or the cosplay he dreams to wear
or the animé figure he recently bought
or just
his absurd thought two seconds ago.
Little did he know
I’d negotiate every inch of mine
just to forever listen to his chatters
that actually send electricity to my bloodstream.
I wonder
what had the universe conspired
to create this worthy man—
my one stable force
and make me fall in love to him
even deeper.

For the rainbows and the stars,
For guitars, cigars, and scars,
To all the things I'll ever see,
I devote this poem to thee.

i wonder how would
your hands feel against my own

would they be cold
or would they be the type to
radiate warmth

would they be soft like a candle—
wax, unmelted, smooth—
or strong and rough, dependable

would you squeeze mine
as an assurance of love
or

would you be the type
to caress their lover's face
as you stare deep into their soul

but for today,
i'd be fine with how things are now

but i still wonder

how would your hands feel
against my own.

—12:21AM, 313 2

She’s a light in the darkness,
With ocean eyes, Indie vibes,
Loves lifes highs, tells no lies,

Stretch marks on her thighs,
Hips, ****, honesty is all she
Ever asks, a Real Woman.

Her curvy silhouette,
Slim, smooth waist,
And Impeccable taste,  

She’s gained another fan,
Had plenty of boyfriends,
But she’s never had a man,

She’s had plenty of endings,
But never love with no ends,
Affection and attention,

Thoughts and a mention,
To his friends, his family,
All that’s ever on his mind,

She’s precious, and so kind,
Straight talker, no messing,
A woman so perfect, a rare find,

There’s so much to love in her
But no one’s really loving her,
So she shows zero love in her,

So much more to loving her,
An alliance, great guidance,
Miss independent herself,

Has no need for anyone else,
She can really hold her own,
Like a queen on a thrown,

Nothing that she can’t do
Nothing that she can lose,
No one, she can’t choose

She’ll get treated well,
Get everything she deserves,
I know that she’ll prevail,

Everything that she’s learned,
I know she’ll use it well,
With her you won’t get burnt,

Her head won’t get turned,
Her heart will start the same
So if you lose her, you’re to
Blame.

There was once a world,
It was filled with turmoil and burned,
sure wasn’t pretty from what I’ve heard,
until the humans arrived as a timely herd.

Building many a wooden castle,
hunting and gathering for a borderless travel,
toiling and tilling for the prize of a cattle,
sweating and smelting for they were worthy of a muscle.
When they grew food, the world breathed happy.

Three pounds of a brainy miracle,
launching many civilizations in a circle,
getting a man on the moon by flying like an eagle,
When they sought new future, the world dazzled in their presence.

I find this tribe is starting to drift,
causing many a rift,
perhaps going back to their roots of borderless travel and mutual admiration,
may become their ultimate gift.
Oh, wait I am part of them,
let me be that human today.
The world can look pretty like before.

He tells me I'm his sunflower.
And he's always liked roses,
but he'd walk through a field of thorns just to find me.