and again, I'd like to repost my previous writing. coz now it sorta makes more sense.
Your hair, its the only one I want to run my hands through, Your face, is the only exquisite creation I long to see, Your eyes, shining in the light ever so divine, Your lips, keep calling me closer.
Your shoulders, the only one that seem welcoming, Your bosoms, intoxicating ever so passionately, Your body, yearning to be embraced, Yet your lips, keep calling me closer. Y
our hip, set upon a corset of perfection, Your legs, I'd tread continents beside, Your feet, guiding forward, Yet your lips, keep calling me closer.
You are the return of the beautiful, S inking me deep, all swept away. I'll have my wine in silence, but my perfection is yet so far away.
