Something about her lips and her eyes
Trade up no more, nor compromise
The beauty stands tall, the trees feed moths
Those lips and eyes, you’ll forget her thighs
The emotion proposed insightful lips
Their form, their poise, a soundless noise
Her tits and cheeks become mere toys
She sends the wind, she resurrects boys
Einstein wrote and Solomon felt
Her lips and skin are priceless pelt
I’d beg her now and tomorrow to come
This ain’t no hunt to get me some
I’ll come for me and do for her
A life time gives but little more
And oceans spray and feed thanksgiving
I remember her lips and thus I’m living
Moved like earth, her eyes gave birth
And with no reason I always see them
In my dreams and midday trances
My soul is mine, and at it she glances!