Her slender frame
Which I cannot blame
The fineness, the texture
So tender is her gesture
Black silk swept in the wind
With her charm, ambience dimmed
The long strands, felt so sleek
Can turn anyone from loafer to a geek
Her beady eyes made me fly
I don’t care even if the look was sly
Lost somewhere I was in her eyes
It was not easy, I had to prise
The prominent lips of her
Softer than the softest fur
Every word she spoke was lyrical
Its no theory, but truly empirical
Glistening under the sun, her waxed skin
Tanned were her arms, a mole on her chin
The precious assets made her indomitable
I hope the ties will remain amicable
She scurries across me every day
I want to touch her but she is a Fay
Longing to hold her tight
With her only, it will be a perfect picturesque!
Dedicated to a girl whom I never miss to see as she strides across me every morning.
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