Her Poetic Air

A Shakespearean air fills the night. The less caring of the soft love climbs the stairs to greet the angels above. Believing in acute sensation derived from her rained down love. A self-made beauty sets passionate roses around the lonely. Only to receive sharp gazes and cursed to constantly think of. Her agile walk comes straight for me only. Who is this centerfold from the night’s sky? If I were to have told you how she looked you would say it was a bold faced lie. This was a 10 who has made many men cry. Secrets are made from her sweat breeze. Mesmerized by her essence that gives of a never ending blessing. This must be my love who has my heart locked in a freeze. This can never cease I ask myself please. Weeks pass by as every other women’s face seems to resemble her grace. If you could only give way to her touch, her taste. You would believe everything before was a waste. She will put any man’s heart off to the races. A guardian of all that is lovely faces. Miss Benet Miss Benet full of sun ray the Gods must have made you with a beautiful bouquet. She shines down upon me, as I start to pray! Let this beauty stay as she is full of worldly pleasures each and every day.