Is She
Is she the one?
Hair dancing through the rays of sun;
coming back to her face to whisper: where?
and frolicking back saying: I don't care.
Is she the one?
Skin glistening from her lotion sweat;
not running down her back to drench,
but simple tiny beads that twinkle spent.
Is she the one?
Lips so covered in clear wet gloss,
have hypnotized me still and took me loss,
not open, they have spoken and kept me paused.
Is she the one?
That my heart has whispered to my mind:
"Don't go rushing, give her some time."
But my hands are quenching for her to be mine!
Is she the one?
Could she be?
Even though I've just met her,
quite very recently...
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