The long, flowing, chocolate locks:
The key to my heart.
The eyes; deep pools of rich mahogany:
The wealth of my soul.
The curves, of smile and of hips,
Bring the warmth to my lips,
As I smile in return,
To the girl that I yearn
for.
In women, we are told we find humour threatening,
But in this...goddess,
It only makes my thoughts better in
My mind,
My body,
My soul.
The laughs and hard-won emotions curl around my person,
A protective shroud perfect for a crab.
This fish knows life is better under the sea,
Perfect for me.
And you.
The moon has taken Cupid's mantle,
Sweeping us together in the tides,
In a mad rush of spray and delight,
Never have I been more thankful to the night.
