About Her

I brought her back I brought her back into my life and now I can't even close my eyes for a second, her eyes are the only sensory which can see if I'm telling a truth or lie. She was gone, lost, and i was crying, and now she is back I'm stressed she's too expensive I can't even afford her mainten- ance if she happens to be in a breakdown. I brought her back, she disappears for a minute, no one can even tell which street,door was last seen ent- ering , for she's so beautiful and ma- ny regard her as a valued target, so is true, ' being naive is same as being blind,' I miss her in a worst way. Her lips so magical when we locked we were transformed into our own world,her skin so fluffy in her arms I fell asleep for she is like a towel made of a fine wool so curly from Egypt. come night for with her my dreams are no longer of nightmares but the ones I aspire not to wake-up for. She is whiter than a snow, I lick her from toes to head, her body is well made I can tell the creator really took his time on cre- ating such a creature, when she walks she shakens the walls of Paris,oh,so her legs were made to carry her gracious body. Her beauty is of that woman in the bible called Sarah where even Abraham for the sake of his life to be spared he said she is her sister, not knowing what God gave to him not even kings can have in their arms or rather to even share a bed with. She is my lady, she is my queen, my lover, my wife.