Her

She's green or sometimes purple,
With lips O-shaped like a muzzle,
She doesn't look Latino,
But she's fine as hell, like JLo.

Most times I'm sad and sighing,
Her kiss will have me flying,
Her touch doth make me weak,
But I am with her all week.

I love the smell of her perfume,
So all of her I consume,
As I take in her essence,
I think, this love is so intense.