Tell Her For Me
Tell Her For Me
Her name Abby,
Short dark with sine curves,
The model in my fantasies,
Short hair with curls,
Her breasts stand proud like the trees of Eden,
She sits thirty inches from me,
And locks my heart in her grip,
My lips run dry when I want to say this,
So kindly tell it to her.
Tell her,
My eyes dance to the shake of her behind,
And I die from the sight of that official smile,
That smile that seals deals with a blink,
That smile I want in my house.
Tell her,
Sometimes my hand intentionally strays to her space,
So that hers can brush mine,
And my strength wanes with the tender touch.
Tell her,
Her voice feels like the breeze at eve,
On the shores of Lolwe,
It takes me away,
And all I nod to are echoes.
Tell her,
Whenever she says hi each morn,
Sometimes I too say hi,
But I get captured by that smile,
That voice and a sole dimple,
To me, it looks like the only flaw on her face,
Yet in it I'm dragged to a well of fantasies.
Tell her,
I know more than once she has caught my eyes on her curves,
Tell her I see my hands on them,
Up and down in twists and turns,
With half conscious sweet ecstacy.
Tell her,
Her dark skin flowers my gallery with stolen pictures,
Tell her,
Her lips whisper to me, louder than the morn alarm,
I find my feet darting to work,
Just to lay my eyes on her.
Tell her,
Her eyes imprison my free mind,
And I have a love drenched lust for her.
Tell her I am drowning in a pool of uncertainty,
Drenched from fearful sweat,
She is the bridge between fantasy and love,
Yet I fear she might be a road to heart breaks.
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