There is a Girl

There is a girl,

whose name I shall not disclose

who worships the very ground you saunter upon

whose heart flutters,

like a cheerful bird when winter has concluded,

and spring has commenced.

 

Whose hearts faints at the sight of

your warm hazel eyes,

like a child who has recieved an unexpected,

but very merry gift.

 

Whose lips quiver in anxiousness,

for the day you will grasp her hips and hold her tight

with all your might,

she'll refuse to let you out of her sight.

 

Then, she fantasizes

she will swoon in your grasp

and you'll revive her by prickling her lips

with a kiss that will make her bliss,

forevermore.

 

Until the world falls,

and her bliss will be times thrice

because she will be falling,

with you.