Just a Girl @ the End of the Day...

Watching flowers fall from the Heavens pales in
comparison to her beauty,
truly a Goddess among women,
her mind is as fine a Persian silk linen,
feminine bliss packaged in dark chocolate wrappings,
both tempting, edible, incredible are her ways,
to gaze directly into her love would age the viewer
due to the radiance,
leaving even the Angels jealous,
unselfishness is her mantra,
being in her presence feels good as Karma working to
your advantage,
her canvass is filled with curves similar to rolling hills,
plentiful, remarkable, magnificent,
exquisite is her thought process,
temptress, womanly tempest leaving masculine
suitors wet, sweating from the pressure mounting from
desires caused by wishing to drink from her fountain,
swallow her breath, chase her flesh into hidden places
where no men have journeyed, but all have dreamt about,
leaving them wishing for a position of clout in an effort
to garner her attention,
if only for fleeting moments,
but never for the sake of setting appointments without meaning,
if only to bask in her conversation briefly,
leaving "hello", "good-bye" exchanges eternal,
her love immortal due to its everlasting nature,
to know her is scripture, forever,
for to hold her is pleasure even if it is limited to accidentally
touching hands when exiting though the same door,
she represents the core of effervescence,
hers is a love of essence, similar to volcanic crevices;
extremely hot...

My lips still burn ablaze from our first, last kiss...