The bite of her eyes
By beamish
The bite of her eyes
Beautiful brown
So deep I see eternity
Not of the heavenly kind,
but of euphoria found in the hour spent browsing her mind
The days God spent mining the rubies to jewel her lips
Taste of pure sex candy
Red truer than the spectrum allows
Softer than the best sleeping cloud
Pursed in perfect form
kiss is written in glossy script
The rest - her face
Is nothing short of God's grace
A gift given to a sex unworthy of her existence
But you say even angels have flaws
Yes, you are right
Some visual
Some internal
Just understand
the creator of this art
has
made no mistakes
A flaw to others is a constant reminder
That she is magnificent in all her inconsistencies
Imperfections are gifts from heaven that allows a peasant such as me
to
even fantasies about a being so pure to the worlds tasting
A glacier in movement with the power to crush a small mind made for man
A man with the desires of a boy
And all she has to do is just stand
and
glance my way
Knees buckle
My life runs away
But my dreams of lust are brave and willing to play
On her playground of liquid
Shifting my mind with each movement and sway