She muses my way.

She muses my way.

She’s gorgeous. It’s that simple.

I’m a pimple on the end of oblivion.

Fine dining. Easy living.

Dreaming of what could have ever have been.

Can’t sleep. In deep.

Stuck on her like glue.

Who are you to question my ethic’s?

She’s eclectically Supercalifragilistic!

She’s electric in her smile.

It goes on for miles and makes me smile.

She can’t see through me, maybe.

She’s nervous. Let me shine naked,

So she can see all she needs to know about me.

With nothing to hide,

Ignore the sound of pride,

It’s not like that, I’m still a thimble,

But she fills my cup with good intention’s.

It overflow’s, oh did I mention,

That all other women have disappeared.

Where did they go? They are not near,

Or even close to being what she is.

Underneath she hold’s a peace,

That cannot be found without purity.

Surely, yes, you would understand.

I am a man,

She is Wow! Man!

Check her out at the checkout’s.

I have no doubt she muses my way,

Page after page.

She’s a classic.

A work of art.

My heart for her heart,

To be never apart.

Love is sparse,

When we should have it in abundance.

Let love dance here just for me.

All I want is my own beauty,

Kissing me passionately.

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