The Touch Of Her

Like a theme she would evolve 

As a free bird as she may fall

diving into my firing heart

she moves naked and tall

softer and smoother than silk

No blemish on her body at all

Lips like roses in divine gravity

Soft chin rolls up like a ball

sweet cheeks tender as jelly

sensationally like a Barbie doll

The touch of her thrills me 

Carrying passion like a fireball

Exploring her beauty with a kiss

Her hair spreading on the wall 

Hands on her hips gripping slowly

Greedy spirits ready to crawl

Melting passion with her fire 

She flows like the waterfall

Dissolving down into her glory

I lavish her complete and all

© Rana M All Rights Reserved

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