i always try to capture
how beautiful she is
no flower can compete with her
no painting can transfer her beauty
when i caress her knuckles
her fingers are porcelain
her skin is silk
she is chocolate
ginger sun
little demon of love
she is porcelain
she is silk
her cheeks covered with freckles
she is trying to hale me
down the embankment
hand in hand
a carnation behind her ear
that velvet lipstick she covers her lips with
ginger sun
ginger happiness
the desire to touch
to imprint her image on the back of my eyelids
to touch is to know love is real
she is real
she is porcelain
she is silk |
