Whenever I look at you

Its a poem about love.

Whenever I look at you, Queenta, Your lips driving softly into an orange fruit, Your hair flirting shyly with the wind, In a park , on a hot September afternoon. Your skirt bashing wildly with the wind, Like sea water crashing into a rocky wall, A voice inside me screams. Whenever you touch me, At work, in the garden, Or as I lie beside you at night, Your snoring drumming through the room, Your perfume sipping in,I snuggle against you. Volleys gun through me, Then I quickly lose sense of time. Hardly a day goes by, As I muscle my way to work, Without thoughts of you, Streaming through me, Like a stream the slides into ariver, Softly like music through my head.