What a Breath She Is

Immaculately made her potter must be proud Aloud, sings the heavens As she slips thru the cloud Her decent to Earth is gentle Coaxing an amber rain Golden is her color Majestic is her frame Caressing my reality And extinguishing its pain She came to that which I am the salt of And she's my sugar cane She makes me sing A song that she has orchestrated in my heart Resonating thru my soul Desire to study her as art Her body would be my canvas On which I'd decorate, and illustrate a lovely picture to compliment this feeling Brush strokes against her skin Revealing the joy that she's concealing Her voice sounds like summer in the islands Calming, warm and makes me want to undress Yes... What a breath of air she is... A breath of air that's fresh