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!