| Written: AUG 7, 2003 |
With your baby doll face,
Strikingly sexual, but full of grace.
Blue eyes dart over me,
Hasty, sweet caresses, as over me they race.
Small pouting lips,
Full and sexy they quiver.
Giving words with a smile,
To waters raging in eyes like a river.
Then long supple limbs,
Pale as moonlight,
Warmed as if in the sun.
Pull back a weave of gold and chestnut.
Delicate fingers massaging,
Strictly forming gorgeous creations.
From tight rows of hair,
To the long flowing fields of light.
With the change in surroundings,
Onwards the vision changes too.
Eyes no less radiant, but entirely new:
Changing to blessed green from decadent blue.
