The glow of her feathery skin,
olive, pulls at me like a magnet, strong,
I become possessed like a bee,
to the sweet smelling colors madly drawn.
The odor of her skin is sweet as well,
captivating if inhaled for too long.
Her skin melts around my touch as a lump
of butter melts around a sizzling thorn.
The flow of her hair, cascading
down towards the charming swell of her hips
like a sea of silky waves,
renders my fancy forever entranced.
Their color is a perfect match
with that of her happy, enchanting eyes.
Her soft, full and chocolate lips,
enticing me like two Turkish Delights,
break into a soft, mellow and sublime
smile of joy, too radiant to overlook.
The brightness of her smile is charming too,
diffusing harsh realities with a glow,
soft, hazy and lukewarm as in dreams,
where barren emptiness morphs into nirvana.