Constance

Prithee how could i describe thee You are the morning glory, beauty and virtue, Mind and soul symbolically personify Your image send relief to ease my longing soul, I can hear your silence subdue lonely voice Whispering, calling me to your fathomness To behold the voluptuousness, vigorousness and graciousness In inviting sensuous lips Teeth lighting darkly the cave of pout, Rebuff any unworthy restless freaky tongue Spiritual super-face primers fill the crest and crevices, Smoothen the canvas on the foundation Bringing aesthetics of lustfulness, admiration and appreciation The romantic sable almond large eyes, Leer into my throb Warning, keep looking you will never find exotic eyes like mine, Pretty ridge in-between your kissable sculpted nose, The whiff of embroider lost in your love lavender rose, Engraved on your surrealist cheekbone Accentuated your strawberry skin, Tattooing the landscape of your unblemished skin, Tampering manicured fingers fringe by fairy nails The pride of Emerald embedded gold ring on forefinger Usher beholder to sensual kiss, The raven hair adorn in spirited luxury orchid Full body falls helplessly on your restful shoulder, Spilling a crop of curly hair into a free dance, Ojibwe goddess i will like a hug and kiss, To cuddle but not smoother you, To explore your innocence And discovers honest and thoughtful, Caring and clean, independent and fun, And full of energy.