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Admirations

She sat quietly across from the brightly lit room I paused briefly to engulf the sweet scent of her perfume Her smile sent emotions running through my body The skin that seemed to allure all my attentions was light- brown mahogany Words were engaged in my mouth like lost souls in hell An angelic being she was, and earth is where she fell Maybe to deliver me from the loneliness that overwhelms my days and nights She fills me with joy and lifts my soul into greater heights Now as my head flies above the clouds I refuse to descend Happiness is at a maximum capacity when she’s near and I can’t transcend Her love is like a tropical island immune to any storms If I fly any higher I’d be floating with celestial life forms I can’t help but admire the golden-brown strands that hang down her back When I’m not in her presence pleasure I seem to lack I’m lost in my thoughts when I see her walk through an open door I’m satisfied with one glance, but yet I yearn for more My eyes are hypnotized to the gyrations of her hips My mouth waters at the sight of her apple red lips Tensions are only increased when she glides her fingers through her silk-rich hair I’d give any worldly possession for an infinite stare Or maybe just a touch of her velvety, light- brown flesh Everything around me is nonexistent, only memories of her can I refresh She is to me what nothing in my life has ever been She is someone who turns gloomy facial expressions to a rejoiceful grin Without her, my life is irrelevant, I’d rather put my body to eternal rest She is the one that touches that body of flesh that lies inside my chest This could all just be infatuation, but love is my theory Whatever the case may be I’ll admire until my eyes grow weary

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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