What a Breath She Is
Immaculately made
her potter must be proud
Aloud, sings the heavens
As she slips thru the cloud
Her decent to Earth is gentle
Coaxing an amber rain
Golden is her color
Majestic is her frame
Caressing my reality
And extinguishing its pain
She came to that which I am the salt of
And she's my sugar cane
She makes me sing
A song that she has orchestrated in my heart
Resonating thru my soul
Desire to study her as art
Her body would be my canvas
On which I'd decorate, and illustrate a lovely picture to compliment this feeling
Brush strokes against her skin
Revealing the joy that she's concealing
Her voice sounds like summer in the islands Calming, warm and makes me want to undress
Yes... What a breath of air she is...
A breath of air that's fresh
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