My Fantasy

Roses are Red,
Daisys are Yellow,
Violets are Blue,
Auta is Black,
She is fair
Her hair, curly,
When she flips it backwards,
I feel this magnetic pull towards her.
Her face, so clear and spotless,
With blue eyes,
In those eyes I get enchanted,
Enchantment that gets me lost in love,
And give in to all her demands.
So Seductive.
Nose so pointed,
Like an arrow points to a dart board,
It's so heavenly when she tickles my face with it,
I wish she'll never stop.
Lips so sexy and perfect,
It gives such cute smile,
And perfect for that heavenly kiss.
Oh!
When her lips touches mine,
That's the perfect seventh heaven feeling.
I feel afloat,
Gravity loses its pull over me,
My head spins till infinity,
Oh!
This feels like eternity,
I hope this is not immorality.

Her body has got just the perfect shape,
The curves,
The edges,
Everything just makes sense.
Gosh!
I am tensed.
Her mammary glands,
Perfectly positioned,
Round,
Soft,
Always calling for my head to read on it.
Flat belly,
That which leaves saliva dripping,
Dripping from my unconsciously open mouth,
When she does the waist wine.
Her hands so blessed,
When she touches my head,
I go air borne.
It's like I'm suspended in space,
Everything around me stand still.

Her long legs are my most loved feature,
Straight,
Especially when on heels,
Sexy and hot as hell.
When she crosses them,
Holy mercies!!!
Ultimate Seduction!!!
It weakens my muscles,
And disables my joints.
Oh goodness!!!
She must be a goddess,
Or am I just careless?
Checking out her assets,
Oh! It's useless.
I can't fight this,
I give in,
I give in to my fantasy.

This poem is about: 
Me

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