I watched
at the farthest corner of riches,
your glittering eyes pop.
In between its path your honed nose stands.
And I thought I was painting hallucinations with my mind,
until I switched on the night stand,
and indeed you were a pure work of art.

Beneath your breathing doors
I saw your ripe lips protrude.
Where on your cheek walls,
your cheery dimples hang.
Your tummy is a pitch, where lover girls itch to play.
You wear hair like a fur coat.
Ohh! Your beauty blinds minds,
as none cares of consequences.

You're a work of art.
I have never seen your kind.
I saw the fire of your attraction
Yet trespassed and crossed.
As I Feel the flames that brew from your polished skin,
I drown in the river of desire that runs through you.