My obsession
Everyone has an obsession
whether be noticed or not
some are quite simple
some curtail a lot
Mine, I love beautiful women
the kind floating in my mind
to capture one of such taste
is never a waste of time
The package really doesn’t matter
form of height and width,
noticing breast and butt
has always been a myth
Please Don’t get me wrong
for even I can see
curvatures and proportionalities
can get the best of me
My favorite of such women
are those that impress,
by protects their precious heart
with such elegance of finesse...
When she moves her lips to talks
her words grab my soul
for hours and on ends
the mightiest of holds
When she begins to listening
her eyes open so wide
a tunnel of prevailing lights
welcomes me inside
When she begins to smiles
her cheeks fill with joy
lips spread the distance
like a child with its favorite toy
When she begins to cry
her face changes form
the darken clouds roll in
like the presence of storm
when she begins to touch
my world comes to ends
like a river flows to an ocean
my new world, begins
This is my obsession
be it what it may
women are the finest creatures,
with the power to make my day
© 2009 Ralphy