The Beauty

i don't know what to say here, i don't know why i try i only know that when i see you a part of me dies. your skin is so pure white as fresh laid snow lush, full hair flowing I wish I was your beau i could get lost in your clear blue eyes forever and a day so big and round in size Your legs so long supple and taunt peeking from your skirt legs of a debutante your crooked tooth peeling cracked lips and all that pie goes straight to your hips. still, i could love you love is blind after all i have felt a stir give me your number so i can call but! you smell, oh do you smell my nose hairs coil and my toes do curl did something in you spoil? the smell is half way rotten eggs and putrid old warm milk how i long to hold and wrap you up in silk but the stench is far too much it's you i'll never touch.