Ivory flaxen hair swaying in the breeze
To run my fingers through those locks: my very desire.
Face that`s not fair but clear and bright as the moon
To caress that caramel visage: my very desire.
Eyes round and deep like a swirling abyss
To lock my gaze into those orbs: my very desire.
Lips of blooming crimson curve into a smile
To grace that pout with a kiss: my very desire.
Lady, you came up to me like a white wave,
rousing my heart and body, my very desire.
for nette onclaud`s SEXY! contest