Her Eyes and Her Lips

She's got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
She seats on the throne of my heart like a Queen.
Her eyes cast spells, & unfortunately, I got caught.
All my effort to fight her charm came to naught.
Each time I behold the fire in those beautiful eyes,
It charges me up and makes my temperature rise.
Only thinking about it gets me excited to my surprise.
When I see those eyelashes, my belly feels butterflies,
And in a second, I think about her more than twice.
She's got a unique flavour, and a special kind of spice.
The picture of those pretty eyes remains stuck in my head.
I even see them in my dreams, when I sleep in my bed.
Someone said my imagination is beginning to mess me up,
And that I seriously needed to wake up.
But I say if my imagination is the only way to make her mine,
Then what I will say is that... It's all fine.
If my thoughts is the only way to bring her close to me,
Then let it be.


She possesses the sexiest lips I've ever seen.
Every glance at it brings me one-step closer to sin.
I'm tempted to lock my lips with hers, without stopping,
Especially when she has that juicy lip-gloss popping.
I imagine me kissing those luscious lips,
With my hands on her childbearing hips.
If I had one wish, it's to give her a hot French kiss,
I'm sure that will bring so such pleasure and bliss.
Just the shape of those awesome lips turns me on,
Not to talk about the feeling it brings after the kiss is done.
I really will love to feel the warmth of those precious lips.
That would be more than enough for me than unzipping zips.
Someone thought I had lost my mind and had a problem,
Suggesting I needed an emergency attention to solve them.
If by me fantasizing is the only way I could have her,
They can call me sick, as long as I'm still gonna have her.
If only in my sweetest dreams is where we can be together,
Then don't wake me up, don't even bother.


(c) DK... April 2009